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1 8 62. 

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by 
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. 

un iversity press: 
Welch, Bigelow, and Company, 


HE "Titan" is Jean Paul's longest — 
and the author meant it, and held it, to 
be his greatest and best — romance ; and 
his public (including Mr. Carlyle) seems, on the 
whole, to have sustained his opinion. He was ten 
years about it, and his other works, written in the 
interval, were preparatory and tributary to this. 

As to the general meaning of the title there 
can hardly, on the whole, be any doubt. It does 
not refer, as the division into Jubilees and Cycles 
might, to be sure, suggest to one on first ap- 
proaching it, to the titanic scale and scope of the 
work, but to the titanic violence against which it 
is aimed. 

It seems, indeed, from a letter of the author's, 
that he thought at first of calling it " Anti- Titan." 
The only question in regard to the applied- 


tion of the title seems to be, whether the cham- 
pion of truth and justice against the moral Ti- 
tans in this case was meant to be understood as 
represented by the hero of the story, with his 
friends, resisting the iniquity which moved earth 
and hell to ruin him, or whether the book itself 
is the Anti- Titan, and an age of extravagance the 

A French critic says of the " Titan " : — 

" It is a poem, a romance ; a psychological re- 
sume, a satire, an elegy, a drama, a fantasy ; hav- 
ing for theme and text the enigma of civilization 
in the eighteenth century. 

" How is it to end, this civilization which exag- 
gerates alike intellectual and industrial power at the 
expense of the life of the soul, — wholly factitious, 
theatrical, — intoxicating, consuming itself with 
pleasure, seeking everywhere new enjoyments, — 
exploring all the secrets of nature, without being 
able to penetrate the first causes, the secrets of 
God, — what will be the fate of these generations 
supersaturated with romances, dramas, journals, 
with science, ambition, with vehement aspirations 
after the unknown and impossible ? 

" In augmenting the sum of its desires, will 
it augment the sum of its happiness ? Is it not 



going to increase immensely its capacity of suf- 
fering ? 

" Will it not be the giant that scales heaven — 
" And that falls crushed to death ? 
" Titan ! " 

In giving his romance the title of " Titan," says 
the same writer, "it is not Albano de Cesara the 
author has in view, but his antipode, Captain Ro- 
quairol, — that romantic being, that insatiable lover 
of pleasure, that anticipated Byron, that scaler of 
heaven, — who, after having piled mountain upon 
mountain to attain his object, ends in finding him- 
self buried under the ruins 

" Even while at work upon 4 Hesperus,' he had 
formed the resolution of placing a pure man, great 
and noble, by the side of a reprobate, and of sur- 
rounding them both with a multitude of beings cor- 
responding to them. He wished to concentrate in 
a single work all the ideas of high philosophy which 
he had disseminated in his other creations, and to 
show them followed by their natural consequences. 
So strong a mind could not stop there : he resolved 
to show the absurdity of exaggeration, whether in 
good or in evil, in virtue or in vice. 

" Hence those reproductions of the same types, 
those satellites gravitating around their respective 


planets ; in fine, those parodies of the principal 
personages of the drama. 

" By the side of the coldness and the vast plans 
of Don Gaspard de Cesara, we have the no less 
dangerous intrigues, though upon a less elevated 
scale, of the Minister von Froulay ; by the side of 
the ventriloquist Uncle, the lying Roquairol ; the 
Princess Isabelle is opposed to Linda de Romeiro, 
the aerial Liana to her physical counterpart, 'the 
Princess Idoine ; the comic vulgarity of Dr. Sphex 
contrasts with the more elevated buffoonery of 
Schoppe ; and if we have Bouverot, we have also 
Dion, that Greek so elegant and so noble, happy 
mixture of the antique and the modern, that artist 
so sensible and so true 

" The history of Albano, opposed to Roquairol, is 
the history, taken from his tenderest childhood to 
the epoch of his greatest development, of a being 
who, as the strictest consequence of a quite special 
education, goes through life, wounding himself with 
all its griefs, drinking at the source of all its lawful 
pleasures ; suffering with nobleness, tasting of hap- 
piness, but only the purest kind ; exposed every 
instant to see himself drawn away by fallacious 
principles, and nevertheless moving on with a 
steady step towards the end which his reason has 


marked out for him ; sacrificing to the fulfilment of 
his duties all the delights that a debauched court 
can offer a young man entering into the world. While 
all the personages who gravitate around him, and 
who represent each a different aberration from the 
fundamental principle of the work, fall successively 
at his side, victims of the natural consequences of 
their passions, he, strengthening himself by every 
fall of which he is witness, ends by attaining the 
loftiest position which the ambition of man can 
desire, — a position which he could not have 
expected, and for which, consequently, he had not 
been able to make the sacrifices that, in the course 
of the work, he does not cease to achieve." 

The author whom we have thus copiously quoted 
alludes to Jean Paul's having had the idea of " Ti- 
tan " while writing " Hesperus." This reminds us 
of a Philistine disparagement of the " Titan," that 
so many of the characters of the other work re- 
appear here under new names. There are some 
critics who ought to object to the full moon, that 
she is only the same old moon that we had, in her 
first quarter or half, several nights ago. However, 
as we have not yet had "Hesperus" in English, nor 
are likely to for some time, this kind of objection 
will not trouble English readers of " Titan." 


Jean Paul has been justly praised for his success 
in drawing and shading female characters. Our 
French critic says : " Richter has the rare merit of 
placing on the stage in the same work six female 
personages, who have not a shadow of resemblance 
to each other, and who, from the moment of their 
appearance on the scene to that of their quitting it," 
never deviate a single minute from the character 
the author has given them." 

The fate of his Titanide, Linda, created a loud 
remonstrance in Germany ; and one can hardly, 
indeed, help feeling as if poetic justice had been a 
little caricatured, at least, in Richter's disposal of 
that half strong-headed and half headstrong woman. 
Painful, however, as her end is, the Translator 
could not listen an instant to the suggestion of 
omitting a line of the scenes in which that terrible 
tragedy is brought to a close. 

When the " Titan 99 first appeared, complaint was 
made by some that there was too much of drollery, 
by others that there was not enough ; some found 
too much sentimentality, others too much philoso- 
phy ; the Translator has found it full, if not of that 
brevity which is the soul of wit (not, however, 
of humor), yet of that variety which is the spice 
of life. 


The Translator (or Transplanter, for he aspires 
to the title) of this huge production, in his solici- 
tude to preserve the true German aroma of its 
native earth, may have brought away some part 
of the soil, and even stones, clinging to the roots 
(stones of offence they may prove to many, stones 
of stumbling to many more). He can only say, 
that if he had made Jean Paul always talk in 
ordinary, conventional, straightforward, instantly 
intelligible prose, the reader would not have had 
Jean Paul the Only. 

And yet it is confidently claimed that, under all 
the exuberance of metaphor and simile, and learned 
technical illustrations and odd digressions, and gor- 
geous episodes and witching interludes, that char- 
acterizes Richter, every attentive and thoughtful 
reader will find a broad and solid ground of real 
good sense and good feeling, and that in this ex- 
traordinary man whom, at times, his best friends 
were almost tempted to call a crazy giant, will be 
found one whose heart (to use the homely phrase) 
is ever in the right place. 

It has seemed necessary to give a few notes, and 
only a few. Properly to furnish such a work with 
annotations would require Jean Paul's own volumi- 
nous un-commonplace-books of all out-of-the-way 



knowledge, and that Dictionary to Jean Paul 
which one of his countrymen began, but unfortu- 
nately carried only through one of his works, the 
work on Education, Levana. 

The Translator desires emphatically to express 
his obligations to his friend, Rev. Dr. Furness, of 
Philadelphia, and to his friend, the accomplished 
scholar, Mr. Knorr, to whose kind and patient care 
whatever of accuracy or felicity there may be in his 
version of the first Jubilee is largely due ; also, to 
Rev. Dr. Hedge, and all the friends who have 
helped him with suggestion and encouragement in 
this large and difficult undertaking, he makes his 
warmest acknowledgments ; — and he closes by 
commending the Titan to all lovers of the humani- 
ties, confident (in the words of Mrs. Lee, in her 
Life of Jean Paul) that " the more it is read, the 
more it will be acknowledged a work of exalted 
genius, pure morality, and perennial beauty." m 

Newport, R. I. 

C. T. B. 






PHRODITE, Aglaia, Euphrosyne, and Thalia 
once looked down into the clear-obscure of earth, 
and, weary of the ever-bright but cold Olympus, 
yearned to enter in beneath the clouds of our 
world, where the Soul loves more because it suffers more, 
and where it is sadder but more warm. They heard the 
holy tones ascend, with which Polyhymnia passes invisibly 
up and down the low, anxious earth, to cheer and lift our 
hearts ; and they mourned that their throne stood so far from 
the sighs of the helpless. 

Then they determined to take the earthly veil, and to 
clothe themselves in our mortal form. They came down from 
Olympus ; Love and little loves and genii flew playfully after 
them, and our nightingales fluttered to meet them out of the 
bosom of May. 

* The Titan was published during the years 1800-1803. The four 
sisters were the four daughters of the Duke of Mecklenburg, viz. the 
Duchess of Hildburghausen, the Princess von Solms, the Princess of 
Thun and Taxis, and the Louisa who afterward became Queen of 
Prussia, and was so in the Liberation War. — Tr. 



But, as they touched the first flowers of earth, and flung 
only rays of light, and cast no shadows, then the earnest 
Queen of gods and men, Fate, raised her eternal sceptre, and 
said : " The immortal becomes mortal upon the earth, and 
every spirit becomes a human being ! " 

So they became human beings and sisters, and were called 
Louisa, CJiarlotte, Theresa, Frederica; the little loves and 
genii transformed themselves into their children, and flew 
into their maternal arms, and the motherly and sisterly hearts 
throbbed full of new love in a great embrace. And when the 
white banner of the blooming spring fluttered abroad, and 
more human thrones stood before them, — and when, blissfully 
softened by love, the harmonica of life, they looked upon each 
other and their happy children, and were speechless for love 
and bliss, — then did Polyhymnia, invisible, float by over them, 
and recognize them, and gave them the tones wherewith the 
heart expresses and awakens love and joy. 

And the dream was ended and' fulfilled; it had, as is always 
the case, shaped itself after waking reality. Therefore, be it 
consecrated to the four fair and noble sisters, and let all 
which is like it in Titan be so consecrated too ! 

Jean Paul Fr. Richter. 

Contents of Vol. i. 



Passage to Isola Bella. — First Day of Jot in the Ti- 
tan. — The Pasquin-Idolater. — Integrity of the Em- 
pire eulogized. — Effervescence of Youth. — Luxury 
of Bleeding. — Becognition of a Father. — Grotesque 
Testament. — German Predilection for Poems and the 
Arts. — The Father of Death. — Ghost-Scene. — The 
Bloody Dream. — The Swing of Fancy .... 1 


The two Biographical Courts. — The Herdsman's Hut. 
— The Flying. — The Sale of Hair. — The Dangerous 
Bird-pole. — A Storm locked up in a Coach. — Low 
Mountain-Music. — The loving Child. — Mr. Von Fal- 
terle from vienna. — the torture soufe. — the shat- 
TERED Heart. — Werther without Beard, but with 
a Shot. — The Keconciliation 70 


Methods of the two Professional Gardeners in their 
Pedagogical Grafting-School. — Vindication of Van- 
ity. — Dawn of Friendship. — Morning Star of Love. 110 


High Style of Love. — The Gotha Pocket- Almanac. — 
Dreams on the Tower. — The Sacrament and the 



Thunder-Storm. — The Night-Journey into Elysium. 
— New Actors and Stages, and the Ultimatum of the 
School-Years 128 


Grand-Entry. — Dr. Sphex. — The drumming Corpse. — 
The Letter of the Knight. — Retrograd ation of the 
Dying-Day. — Julienne. — The still Good-Friday of 
Old Age. — The healthy and bashful hereditary 
Prince. — Roquairol. — The Blindness. — Sphex's Pre- 
dilection for Tears. — The fatal Banquet, — The 
Doloroso of Love 161 


The Ten Persecutions of the Reader. — Liana's East- 
ern Room. — Disputation upon Patience. — The pic- 
turesque Cure . 197 


Albano's Peculiarity. — The intricate Interlacings of 
Politics. — The Herostratus of Gaming-Tables. — Pa- 
ternal " Mandatum sine Clausula." — Good Society. 
— Mr. Von Bouverot. — Liana's Spiritual and Bodily 
Presence 215 


Le petit Lever of Dr. Sphex. — Path to Lilar. —Wood- 
land-Bridge. — The Morning in Arcadia. — Chariton. 

— Liana's Letter and Psalm of Gratitude. — Senti- 
mental Journey through a Garden. — The Flute-Dell. 

— Concerning the Reality of the Ideal . . .238 


Pleasure of Court-Mourning. — The Burial. — Roquairol. 

— Letter to him. — The Seven last Words in the 
Water. — The Swearing of Allegiance. — Masquerade. 

— Puppet Masquerade. — The Head in the Air, Tar- 
tarus, the Spirit- Voice, the Friend, the Catacomb, 
and the two united men 268 



Roquairol's Advocatüs Diaboli. — The Festival Day of 


Embroidery. — Anglaise. — Cereus Serpens. — Musical 

Froulay's Birthday and Projects. — Extra-Leaf. — Ra- 
bette. — The Harmonica. — Night. — The pious Father. 
— The wondrous Stairway. — The Apparition . . 351 


Roquairol's Love. — Philippic against Lovers. — The 
Pictures. — Albano Albane. — The Harmonic Tete-a- 
Tete. — The Ride to Blumenbühl 384 







Albano and Liana 



Man and Woman 


The Sorrows of a Daughter 




Passage to Isola Bella. — First Day of Joy in the Titan. — 
The Pasquin-Idolater. — Integrity of the Empire eulo- 
gized. — Effervescence of Youth. — Luxury of Bleeding. 
— Recognition of a Father. — Grotesque Testament. — 
German Predilection for Poems and the Arts. — The 
Father of Death. — Ghost-Scene. — The Bloody Dream. — 
The Swing of Fancy. 

1. CYCLE. 

N a fine spring evening, the young Spanish 
Count Cesara came, with his companions, 
Schoppe and Dian, to Sesto, in order the 
next morning to cross over to the Borro- 
ma3an island, Isola Bella, in Lago Maggiore. The 
proudly blooming youth glowed with the excitement 
of travelling, and with thoughts of the coming morrow, 
when he should see the isle, that gayly decorated throne 
of Spring, and on it a man who had been promised 
him for twenty years. This twofold glow exalted my 
picturesque hero to the form of an angry god of the 
Muses. His beauty made a more triumphal entry into 
Italian eyes than into the narrow Northern ones from 
the midst of which he had come ; in Milan many had 
wished he were of marble, and stood with elder gods 
of stone, either in the Farnese Palace or in the Clem- 



cntine Museum, or in the Villa of Albani ; nay, had 
not the Bishop of Novara, with his sword at his side, 
a few hours before, asked Schoppe (riding behind) who 
he was ? And had not the latter, with a droll squaring 
of the wrinkle-circle round his lips, made this copious 
answer (by way of enlightening his spiritual lordship) : 
" It 's my Telemachus, and I am the Mentor. I am the 
milling-machine and the die which coins him, — the wolfs 
tooth and flattening mill which polishes him down, — 
the man, in short, that regulates him " ? 

The glowing form of the youthful Cesara was still 
more ennobled by the earnestness of an eye always 
buried in the future, and of a firmly shut, manly mouth, 
and by the daring decision of young, fresh faculties ; he 
seemed as yet to be a burning-glass in the moonlight, or 
a dark precious stone of too much color, which the world, 
as in the case of other jewels, can brighten and improve 
only by cutting hollow. 

As he drew nearer and nearer, the island attracted 
him, as one world does another, more and more intensely. 
His internal restlessness rose as the outward tranquillity 
deepened. Beside all this, Dian, a Greek by birth and 
an artist, who had often circumnavigated and sketched 
Isola Bella and Isola Madre, brought these obelisks of 
Nature still nearer to his soul in glowing pictures ; and 
Schoppe often spoke of the great man whom the youth 
was to see to-morrow for the first time. As the people 
were carrying by, down below in the street, an old man 
fast asleep, into whose strongly marked face the setting 
sun cast fire and life, and who was, in short, a corpse 
borne uncovered, after the Italian custom, suddenly, in a 
wild and hurried tone, he asked his friends, " Does my 
father look thus ? " 



But what impels him with such intense emotions to- 
wards the island is this : He had, on Isola Bella, with 
his sister, who afterward went to Spain, and by the side 
of his mother, who had since passed to the shadowy 
land, sweetly toyed and dreamed away the first three 
years of his life, lying in the bosom of the high flowers 
of Nature ; the island had been, to the morning slumber 
of life, to his childhood's hours, a Raphael's painted 
sleeping-chamber. But he had retained nothing of it all 
in his head and heart, save in the one a deep, sadly 
sweet emotion at the name, and in the other the squirrel, 
which, as the family scutcheon of the Borromaeans, stands 
on the upper terrace of the island. 

After the death of his mother his father transplanted 
him from the garden-mould of Italy — some of which, 
however, still adhered to the tap-roots — into the royal 
forest of Germany ; namely, to Blumenbühl, in the prin- 
cipality of Hohenfliess, which is as good as unknown to 
the Germans ; there he had him educated in the house 
of a worthy nobleman, or, to speak more meaningly 
and allegorically, he caused the pedagogical profession- 
al gardeners to run round him with their water-pots, 
grafting-knives, and pruning-shears, till the tall, slender 
palm-tree, full of sago-pith and protecting thorns, out- 
grew them, and could no longer be reached by their pots 
and shears. 

And now, when he shall have returned from the island, 
he is to pass from the field-bed of the country to the tan- 
vat and hot-bed of the city, and to the trellises of the 
court garden ; in a word, to Pestitz, the university and 
chief city of Hohenfliess, even the sight of which, until 
this time, his father had strictly forbidden him. 

And to-morrow he sees that father for the first time ! 



He must have burned with desire, since his whole life 
had been one preparation for this meeting, and his foster- 
parents and teachers had been a sort of chalcographic 
company, who had engraved in copper a portrait of the 
author of his life-book so magnificently opposite the title- 
page. His father, Gaspard de Cesara, Knight of the 
Golden Fleece (whether Spanish or Austrian I should 
be glad to be precisely informed myself), a spirit natu- 
rally three-edged, sharp, and brightly polished, had in his 
youth wild energies, for whose play only a battle-field or 
a kingdom would have been roomy enough, and which in 
high life had as little power of motion as a sea-monster 
in a harbor. He satisfied them by playing the guest 
with all ranks in comedies and tragedies, by the prosecu- 
tion of all sciences, and by an eternal tour : he was in- 
timate and often involved with great and small men and 
courts, yet always marched along as a stream with its 
own waves through the sea of the world. And now, 
after having completed his travels by land and sea round 
the whole circumference of life, round its joys and capaci- 
ties and systems, he still continues (especially since the 
Present, that ape of the Past, is always running after him) 
to pursue his studies and geographical journeyings ; but 
always for scientific purposes, just as he visits even the 
European battle-fields. As for the rest, he is not at all 
gloomy, still less gay, but composed and calm ; he does 
not even hate and love, blame and praise other men any 
more than he does himself, but values every one in his 
kind, the dove in hers and the tiger in his. What often 
seems vengeance is merely the determined, soldier-like 
tread wherewith a man, who can never flee and fear, but 
only knows how to advance and stand his ground, tram- 
ples down larks'-eggs and ear3 of corn. 



I think that the corner which I have thus snipped off 
from the Whistonian chart of this comet, for the benefit 
of mankind, is broad enough. I will, before I discourse 
further, reserve the privilege to myself, of sometimes 
calling Don Gaspard the Knight, without appending to 
him the Golden Fleece ; and, secondly, of not being 
obliged by courtesy towards the short memory of readers 
to steal from his s*n Cesara (under which designation the 
old man will never appear) his Christian name, which, to 
be sure, is Albano. 

As Don Gaspard was about leaving Italy for Spain, he 
had, through Schoppe, caused our Albano, or Cesara, to 
be brought hither without any one's knowing why he did 
it at so late a period. Was it his pleasure, perhaps, to 
gaze into the full spring-time of the young twigs ? Did 
he wish to unfold to the youth some rules for rustics in 
the century-almanac of court life? Would he imitate 
the old Gauls, or the modern inhabitants of the Cape, 
who never suffered their sons in their presence till they 
were grown up and capable of bearing arms ? Was 
nothing less than that his idea ? This much only I com- 
prehend, that I should be a very good-natured fool if I 
were, in the very fore-court of the work, to suffer myself 
to be burdened with the task of drawing and dotting out 
from the few data that I now have, in the case of a man 
so remarkable, and whose magnetic needle declines so 
many degrees, — a Wilkes's magnetic table of inclinations ; 
— he, not I, is the father of his son, to be sure, and he 
knows of course why he did not send for him till his 
beard was grown. 

When it struck twenty-three o'clock (the hour before 
sundown), and Albano would have counted up the tedi- 
ous strokes, he was so excited that he was not in a con- 



dition to ascend the long tone-ladder ; * he must away to 
the shore of the Lago, in which the up-towering islands 
rise like sceptred sea-gods. Here stood the noble youth, 
his inspired countenance full of the evening glow, with 
exalted emotions of heart, sighing for his veiled father, 
who, hitherto, with an influence like that of the sun be- 
hind a bank of clouds, had made the day of his life warm 
and light. This longing was not filial \me, — that belonged 
to his foster-parents, for childlike love can only spring 
up toward a heart whereon we have long reposed, and 
which has protected us, as it were, with the first heart's- 
leaves against cold nights and hot days, — his love was 
higher or rarer. Across his soul had been cast a gigan- 
tic shadow of his father's image, which lost nothing by 
Gaspard's coldness. Dian compared it to the repose on 
the sublime countenance of the Juno Ludovici ; and the 
enthusiastic son likened it to another sudden chill which 
often comes into the heart in company with too great 
warmth from another's heart, as burning-glasses burn fee- 
blest precisely in the hottest days. He even hoped he 
might perchance melt off by his love this father's heart, 
so painfully frozen to the glaciers of life : the youth com- 
prehended not how possible it was to resist a true, warm 
heart, at least his. 

Our hero, reared in the Carthusian monastery of rural 
life, and more in past ages than his own, applied to every 
subject antediluvian gigantic standards of measurement ; 
the invisibility of the Knight constituted a part of his 
greatness, and the Moses'-veil doubled the glory which 
it concealed. Our youth had, in general, a singular lean- 
ing toward extraordinary men, of whom others stand in 
dread. He read the eulogies of every great man with 
* Scale. — Tb. 



as much delight as if they were meant for him ; and if 
the mass of people consider uncommon spirits as, for that 
very reason, bad, — just as they take all strange petrifac- 
• tions to be Devil's bones, — in him the reverse was the 
case : in him love dwelt a neighbor to wonder, and his 
breast was always at the same time wide and warm. To 
be sure, every young man and every great man who looks 
upon another as great, considers him for that very reason 
as too great. But in every noble heart burns a perpetual 
thirst for a nobler, in the fair, for a fairer ; it wishes to 
behold its ideal out of itself, in bodily presence, with glo- 
rified or adopted form, in order the more easily to attain 
to it, because the lofty man can ripen only by a lofty one, 
as diamond can be polished only by diamond. On the 
other hand, does a litterateur, a cit, a newspaper carrier 
or contributor wish to get a glimpse of a great head, — 
and is he as greedy for a great head as for an abortion 
with three heads, — or a Pope with as many caps, — or a 
stuffed shark, — or a speaking-machine or a butter-ma- 
chine, — it is not because his inner man is burdened and 
beset by the soul-inspiring ideal of a great man, pope, 
shark, three-headed monster, or butter-model, but it is 
because he thinks, in the morning, " I can't help wonder- 
ing how the creature looks," and because, in the evening, 
he means to tell how he looks, over a glass of beer. 

Albano looked from the. shore with increasing restless- 
ness across the shining water toward the holy dwelling- 
place of his past childhood, his departed mother, his ab- 
sent sister. The songs of gladness thrilled through him 
as they came floating along on the distant boats ; every 
running wave — the foaming surge — raised a higher in 
his bosom ; the giant statue of St. Borromreus,* looking 
* This statue, thirty-five ells high, on a pedestal of twenty-five ells, 



away over the cities, embodied the exalted one (his 
father) who stood erect in his heart, and the blooming 
pyramid, the island, was the paternal throne ; the spar- 
kling chain of the mountains and glaciers wound itself • 
fast around his spirit, and lifted him up to lofty beings 
and lofty thoughts. 

The first journey, especially when Nature casts over 
the long road nothing but white radiance and orange- 


blossoms and chestnut-shadows, imparts to the youth what 
the last journey often takes away from the man, — a 
dreaming heart, wings for the ice-chasms of life, and 
wide-open arms for every human breast. 

He went back, and with his commanding eye begged 
his friends to set sail this very evening, although Don 
Gaspard was not to come to the island till to-morrow 
morning. Often, what he wanted to do in a week, he 
proposed to himself for the next day, and at last did it at 
once. Dian tapped the impetuous Boreas on the head lov- 
ingly, and said : " Impatient being, thou hast here the wings 
of a Mercury, and down there too (pointing to his feet) ! 
But just cool off ! In the pleasant after-midnight we 
embark, and when the dawn reddens in the sky we land." 
Dian had not merely an artistic eye to his well-formed 
darling, but also a tender interest in him, because he had 
often, in Blumenbühl, where he had business as public 
architect, been the friend and guide of his childhood and 
youth, and because now on the island he must tear him- 
self from his arms for some time and be absent at Rome. 
Since he (the public architect) considered the same ex- 

in whose head twelve men can find room, stands near Arona, and is 
exactly of a height with Isola Bella, which stands over against it, and 
which rises on ten gardens or terraces built one upon another. — 
Keysler's Travels, cfc, Vol. I. 



travagance which he would rebuke in an old man to be 
no extravagance in a youth, — an inundation to be no in- 
undation in Egypt, though it would be in Holland, — and 
since he assumed a different average temperature for 
every individual, age, and people, and in holy human 
nature found no string to be cut off, but only at most to 
be tuned, surely Cesara must have cherished toward the 
cheerful and indulgent teacher, on whose two tables of 
laws stood only, Joy and moderation ! a right hearty at- 
tachment, even more hearty than for the laws them- 

The images of the present and of the near future and 
of his father had so filled the breast of the Count with 
greatness and immortality, that he could not comprehend 
how any one could let himself be buried without having 
achieved both, and that as often as the landlord brought 
in anything, he pitied the man, particularly as he was al- 
ways singing, and, like the Neapolitans and Russians, in 
the minor key, because he was never to be anything, cer- 
tainly not immortal. The latter is a mistake ; for he 
gets his immortality here, and I take pleasure in giving 
place and life to his name, Pippo (abbreviated from 
Philippo). When, at last, they paid and were about to 
go, and Pippo kissed a Kremnitz ducat, saying, " Praised 
be the holy Virgin with the child on her right arm," 
Albano was pleased that the father took after his pious 
little daughter, who had been all the evening rocking and 
feeding an image of the child Jesus. To be sure, Schoppe 
remarked, she would carry the child more lightly on her 
left arm ; * but the error of the good youth is a merit in 
him as well as the truth. 

* The old Kremnitz ducats have the infant Jesus on the right ami ; 
but the new and lujlittr ones on the left. 



Beneath the splendor of a full moon they went on 
board the bark, and glided away over the gleaming 
waters. Schoppe shipped some wines with them, "not 
so much," said he, " that there is nothing to be had on the 
island, as for this reason, that if the vessel should leak, 
then there would be no need of pumping out anything but 
the flagons,* and she would float again. 

Cesara sank, silently, deeper and deeper into the glim- 
mering beauties of the shore and of the night. The 
nightingales warbled as if inspired on the triumphal gate 
of spring. His heart grew in his breast like a melon 
under its glass-bell, and his breast heaved higher and 
higher over the swelling fruit. All at once he reflected 
that he should in this way see the tulip-tree of the spark- 
ling morn and the garlands of the island put together 
only like an artificial, Italian silk-flower, stamen by sta- 
men, leaf by leaf ; then was he seized with his old thirst 
for one single draining draught from Nature's horn of 
plenty ; he shut his eyes, not to open them again, till he 
should stand upon the highest terrace of the island before 
the morning sun. Schoppe thought he was asleep ; but 
the Greek smilingly guessed the epicurism of this arti- 
ficial blindness, and bound, himself, before those great 
insatiable eyes the broad, black taffeta-ribbon, which, like 
a woman's ribbon or lace mask, contrasted singularly and 
sweetly with his blooming but manly face. 

Now the two began to tease and tantalize him in a 
friendly way with oral night-pictures of the magnificent 
adornments of the shores between which they passed. 
" How proudly," said Dian to Schoppe, " rises yonder the 

* Franklin advised the preserving and corking up of vessels from 
which all the liquor had been drunk, in order thereby to keep the ship 


castle of Lizanza, and its mountain, like a Hercules, with 
twelvefold girdles of vine-clusters ! " " The Count," said 
Schoppe in a lower tone to Dian, " loses a vast deal by 
this bandaging of his eyes. See you not, architect, to 
speak poetically, the glimmer of the city of Arona? 
How beautifully she lays on Luna's blanc d'Espagne, and 
seems to be setting herself out and prinking up for to- 
morrow in the powder-mantle of moonshine which is flung 
around her ! But that is nothing ; still better looks St. 
Borromaius yonder, who has the moon on his head like a 
freshly-washed nightcap ; stands not the giant there like 
the Micromegas of the German body politic, just as high, 
just as stiff and stark ? " 

The happy youth was silent, and returned for answer 
a hand-pressure of love ; — he only dreamed of the pres- 
ent, and signified he could wait and deny himself. With 
the heart of a child from whom the curtains and the 
after-midnight hide the approaching Christmas present 
of the morrow, he was borne along in the pleasure-boat, 
with tightly bandaged eyes, toward the approaching 
heavenly kingdom. Dian drew, as well as the double 
light of the moonshine and the aurora permitted, a sketch 
of the veiled dreamer in his scrap-book. I wish I had 
it here, and could see in it how my darling, with the optic 
nerves tied up, strains at once the eye of dream directed 
toward the inner world, and the ear of attention so 
sharply set toward the outer. How beautiful is such a 
thing, painted, — how much more beautiful realized in 

• The mantle of night grew thinner and cooler, — the 
morning air fanned livingly against the breast, — the 
larks mingled with the nightingales and with the singing 
boatmen, — and he heard, beneath his bandage, which was 

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growing lighter and lighter, the joyful discoveries of his 
friends, who saw in the open cities along the shore the 
reviving stir of human life, and on the waterfalls of the 
mountains the alternate reflections of clouds and ruddy 
sky. At last the breaking splendors of morn hung like 
a festoon of Hesperides-apples around the distant tops 
of the chestnut-trees ; and now they disembarked upon 
Isola Bella. 

The veiled dreamer heard, as they ascended with him 
the ten terraces of the garden, the deep-drawn sigh and 
shudder of joy close beside him, and all the quick en- 
treaties of astonishment ; but he held the bandage fast, 
and went blindfold from terrace to terrace, thrilled with 
orange-fragrance, refreshed by higher, freer breezes, 
fanned by laurel-foliage, — and when they had gained at 
last the highest terrace, and looked down upon the lake, 
heaving its green waters sixty ells below, then Schoppe 
cried, " Now ! now ! " But Cesara said, " No ! the sun 
first ! " and at that moment the morning wind flung up 
the sunlight gleaming through the dark twigs, and it 
flamed free on the summits, — and Dian snatched off the 
bandage, and said, " Look round ! " " O God ! " cried he 
with a shriek of ecstasy, as all the gates of the new 
heaven flew open, and the Olympus of nature, with its 
thousand reposing gods, stood around him. What a 
world ! There stood the Alps, like brother giants of the 
Old World, linked together, far away in the past, holding 
high up over against the sun the shining shields of the 
glaciers. The giants wore blue girdles of forest, and 
at their feet lay hills and vineyards, and through tho 
aisles and arches of grape-clusters the morning winds 
played with cascades as with watered-silk ribbons, and 
the liquid brimming mirror of the lake hung down by 


the ribbons from the mountains, and they fluttered down 
into the mirror, and a carved work of chestnut woods 
formed its frame. . . . Albano turned slowly round and 
round, looked into the heights, into the depths, into the 
sun, into the blossoms ; and on all summits burned the 
alarm-fires of mighty Nature, and in all depths their 
reflections, — a creative earthquake beat like a heart 
under the earth and sent forth mountains and seas. . . . 
O then, when he saw on the bosom of the infinite mother 
the little swarming children, as they darted by under 
every wave and under every cloud, — and when the 
morning breeze drove distant ships in between the Alps, 
— and when Isola Madre towered up opposite to him, 
with her seven gardens, and tempted him to lean upon the 
air and be wafted over on level sweep from his summit to 
her own, — and when he saw the pheasants darting down 
from the Madre into the waves, — then did he seem to 
stand like a storm-bird with ruffled plumage on his 
blooming nest, his arms were lifted like wings by the 
morning wind, and he longed to cast himself over the 
terrace after the pheasants, and cool his heart in the tide 
of Nature. 

Ashamed, he took, without looking round him, the 
hands of his friends and pressed them to their breasts, 
that he might not be obliged to speak. The magnificent 
universe had painfully expanded, and then blissfully over- 
flowed his great breast; and now, when he opened his 
eyes, like an eagle, wide and full upon the sun, and when 
the blinding brightness hid the earth, and he began to be 
lonely, and the earth became smoke and the sun a soft, 
white world, which gleamed only around the margin, — 
then did his whole, full soul, like a thunder-cloud, burst 
asunder and burn and weep, and from the pure, white 


sun his mother looked upon him, and in the fire and 
smoke of the earth his father and his life stood veiled. 

Silently he went down the terraces, often passing his 
hand across his moist eyes to wipe away the dazzling 
shadow which danced on all the summits and all the steps. 

Exalted Nature ! when we see and love thee, we love 
our fellow-men more warmly ; and when we must pity 
or forget them, thou still remainest with us, reposing be- 
fore the moist eye like a verdant chain of mountains in 
the evening red. Ah, before the soul in whose sight the 
morning dew of its ideals has faded to a cold, gray driz- 
zle, — and before the heart, which, in the subterranean 
passages of this life, meets no longer men, but only dry, 
crooked-up mummies on crutches in catacombs, — and 
before the eye which is impoverished and forsaken, and 
which no human creature will any longer gladden, — 
and before the proud son of the gods whom his unbelief 
and his lonely bosom, emptied of humanity, rivet down to 
an eternal, unchangeable anguish, — before all these thou 
remainest, quickening Nature, with thy flowers and moun- 
tains and cataracts, a faithful comforter ; and the bleeding 
son of the gods, cold and speechless, dashes the drop of 
anguish from his eyes, that they may rest, far and clear, 
on thy volcanoes, and on thy Springs, and on thy suns ! 

2. CYCLE. 

I COULD wish nothing finer for one whom I held 
dear, than a mother, — a sister, — three years of liv- 
ing together on Isola Bella, — and then in the twentieth, 
a morning hour when he should land on the Eden-island, 
and, enjoying all this with the eye and memory at once, 
clasp and strain it to his open soul. O thou all too 



happy Albano, on the rose-parterre of childhood, — un- 
der the deep, blue sky of Italy, — in the midst of luxu- 
riant, blossom-laden citron-foliage, — in the bosom of 
beautiful nature, who caresses and holds thee like a 
mother, and in the presence of sublime nature, which 
stands like a father in the distance, and with a heart 
which expects its own father to-day ! 

The three now roamed with slow, unsteady steps 
through the swimming paradise. Although both of the 
others had often trodden it before, still their silver age 
became a golden age, by sympathy with Albano's ec- 
stasy ; the sight of another's rapture wakes the old im- 
pression of our own. As people who live near breakers 
and cataracts speak louder than others, so did the majes- 
tic sounding of the swollen sea of life impart to them all, 
even Schoppe, a stronger language ; only he never could 
hit upon such imposing words, at least gestures, as an- 
other man. 

Schoppe, who must needs fling a farewell kiss back to 
dear Italy, would gladly still have conserved the last 
scattered drops that hung around the cup of joy, which 
were sweet as Italian wines, full of German fire without 
the German acid. By acid he meant leave-taking and 
emotion. " If fate," said he, " fires a single retreating 
shot, by Heaven, I quietly turn my nag and ride whis- 
tling back. The deuce must be in the beast (or on him) 
if a clever jockey could not so break his mourning steed 
that the creature should carry himself very well as a 
companion-horse to the festive steed.* I school my sun- 
horse as well as my sumpter-horse far otherwise." 

First of all, now, they took possession of this Otaheite- 

* The horse, in the funeral procession of a prince, that comes last, 
and is decked out gayly for the successor of the deceased. — Tr. 



island by marches, and every one of its provinces must 
pay them, as a Persian province does its emperor, a 
different pleasure. " The lower terraces," said Schoppe, 
" must deliver to us squatter-sovereigns the tithe of fruit 
and sack, in citron and orange fragrance, — the upper 
pays off the imperial tax in prospects, — the Grotto down 
below there will pay, I hope, Jews-scot in the murmur of 
waters, and the cypress-wood up yonder its princess's trib- 
ute in coolness, — the ships will not defraud us of their 
Rhine and Neckar toll, but pay that down by showing 
themselves in the distance." 

It is not difficult for me to perceive that Schoppe, by 
these quizzical sallies, aimed to allay the violent commo- 
tions of Cesara's brain and heart ; for the splendor of the 
morning enchantment, although the youth spoke com- 
posedly of lesser things, had not yet gone from his sight. 
In him every excitement vibrated long after (one in the 
morning lasted the whole day), for the same reason that 
an alarm-bell keeps on humming longer than a sheep- 
bell ; although such a continuing echo could neither dis- 
tract his attention nor disturb his actions or his words. 

The Knight was to come at noon. Meanwhile they 
roamed and revelled and went humming about in stiller 
enjoyment with bees-wings and bees-probosces through 
the richly-honeyed Flora of the island ; and they had 
that serene naturalness of children, artists, and Southern 
people, which sips only from the honey-cup of the mo- 
ment ; and, accordingly, they found in every dashing 
wave, in every citron-frame, in every statue among blos- 
soms, in every dancing reflection, in every darting ship, 
more than one flower which opened its full cup wider 
under the warm sky, whereas, with us, under our cold 
one, it fares as with the bees, against whom the frosts of 


May shut the flowers up. O, the islanders are right! 
Our greatest and most lasting error is, that we look for 
life, that is, its happiness, as the materialists look for the 
soul, in the combination of parts, as if the whole or the 
relation of its component parts could give us anything 
which each individual part had not already. Does then 
the heaven of our existence, like the blue one over our 
heads, consist of mere empty air, which, when near to, 
and in little, is only a transparent nothing, and which 
only in the distance and in gross becomes blue ether ? 
The century casts the flower-seeds of thy joy only from 
the porous sowing-machine of minutes, or rather, to the 
blest eternity itself there is no other handle than the 
instant. It is not that life consists of seventy years, 
but the seventy years consist of a continuous life, and 
one has lived, at all events,, and lived enough, die when 
one may. 

3. CYCLE. 

WHEN, at length, the three sons of joy were about 
to seat themselves in the dining-hall of a laurel 
grove before their meat-and-drink offering, which Schoppe 
had stored away in the provision ship at Sesto, at that 
moment, a genteel stranger, elegantly dressed in one color, 
came through the twigs, with slow, stately steps, up to the 
reclining company, and addressed himself, forthwith, with- 
out inquiry, to Cesara, in slow, soft, and precisely pro- 
nounced German : " I am intrusted with an apology to 
Sir Count Cesara." — " From my father ? " asked he 
quickly. " Beg pardon, — from my prince," replied the 
stranger ; " he forbade your noble father, who arose ill, 
to travel in the cool of the morning, but towards evening 
he will meet you. In the mean time," he added, with a 

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gracious smile and a slight bow, "I sacrifice something on 
the noble Knight's account, in commencing the pleasure 
of being longer with you hereafter, Sir Count, by bring- 
ing you disappointment." Schoppe, who was neater at 
guessing than at speaking, immediately broke out, — for 
he never let himself be imposed upon by any man : " "We 
are then pedagogic copartners and confederates. "Wel- 
come, dear Gray-leaguesman ! " * " It gives me pleasure," 
said the stranger, coldly, who was dressed in gray. 

But Schoppe had hit it ; the stranger was hereafter to 
occupy the place of chief tutor to Cesara, and Schoppe 
was collaborator. To me this seems judicious ; the elec- 
tric-sparkling Schoppe could serve as the cat's-skin, 
the fox-tail, the glass cylinder, which should completely 
charge our youth, composed as he was of conductors and 
non-conductors ; the chief tutor, as principal, being the 
operator and spark-taker, who should discharge him with 
his Franklin's-points. 

The man was named Von Augusti, was Lector to the 
prince, and had lived much in the great world ; he 
seemed, as is the case with all of this court-stamp, ten 
years older than he really was, for he was in fact only 
just thirty-seven. 

One would have to suffer for it from the inverted ink- 
pots of the reviewing Xanthippes, if one should leave the 
reviewers or Xanthippes in any uncertainty as to who the 
prince really was of whom we have all made mention above. 
It was the hereditary Prince of Hohenfliess, in whose vil- 
lage of Blumenbühl the Count had been brought up, and 
into whose chief city he was next to remove. The Hohen- 
fliess Infante was hurrying back, in a great dust and all 

* Gray-league (Grau-bünden), the Swiss Canton of the Grisons. — 


out of breath, from Italy, wherein he had left much spare 
coin and land-scrip, to Germany, in order there to coin, 
upon his own account, allegiance-medals, because his 
reigning father was going down the steps into the hered- 
itary segulchre, and was even now within a few paces 
of his coffin. 

During dinner the Lector Augusti spoke of the lovely 
scenery with true taste, but with little warmth and im- 
pulse, preferring it by far to some Tempestas * in the 
Borromaean palace. Thence he passed on, in order to 
have occasion of mentioning the Knight as often as pos- 
sible, to the personalities of the Court, and confessed 
that the German gentleman, M. de Bouverot, stood in 
especial favor, — for with courtiers and saints everything 
goes by grace, — and that the Prince was uncommonly 
afflicted in his nerves, &c. Courtiers, who, for the most 
part, cut their very souls according to the pattern of an- 
other's, do, however, draw up their ministerial reports of 
court so copiously and seriously for the uninitiated, that 
the reader of their gazettes must needs either laugh or 
go to sleep ; a court-man and the book Des Erreurs et de 
la Verite call the general of the Jesuits God, the Jesuits 
men, and the non-Jesuits beasts. Schoppe listened with 
a dreadful pucker and twist of feature ; he hated courts 
bitterly. Young Albano thought not much better of 
them ; nay, as he was fond of venture, and liked much 
better to work and fight with the arm than with the fin- 
gers of the inner man, and delighted in tackling to the 
snow-plough and harrow and sowing-machine of life war- 
horses and thunder-steeds, instead of a team of clever 
home- and field-horses, of course people who went care- 

* Pictures by Peter Molyn, who, on account of his fine storms, was 
called only Tempesta. 



fully and considerately to work, and would rather do 
light, lacquered work, and delicate ladies' work, than Her- 
cules'-labors, he did not particularly fancy. However, 
he could not but feel a respect for the modesty of Au- 
gust!, (based as it was upon a noble self-reliance,) which 
never let him say a word about himself, as well as for the 
knowledge he had gained by travel. 

Cesara, — by the way I shall continue through this 
Cycle to write it with a C, agreeably to the Spanish or- 
thography ; but in and after the 4th, since I am not 
used to that letter in my orthography, and cannot be for- 
ever misrepresenting myself through a long book, it will 
be written with a Z, — Cesara could not hear enough 
from the Lector about his father. He related to him the 
last act of the Knight in Rome, but with an irreligious 
coldness which produced in the youth a chill of a differ- 
ent kind. Don Gaspard, namely, had laid a wager with 
a German Nuncius, picture against picture, that he would 
take a certain German (Augusti would not name him), 
whose life was only one prolonged, moral filth-month in 
the princely stable of Epicurus, and in two days, without 
seeing him, would convert him for as long a time as the 
'Nuncio should desire. The latter accepted the wager, 
but caused the German to be secretly watched. After 
two days the German locked himself up, became devout, 
pale, still, bed-ridden, and in conduct came near to a 
true Christian. The Nuncio watched the mischief for a 
week, then demanded the sudden retransformation, or the 
Circe's wand, which should bring back again the beastly 
shape. The Knight touched the German with the wand, 
and the Epicurean swine stood there perfectly sound and 
well. I know not which is the more inexplicable, the 
miracle, or the cold-bloodedness of the thing. But the 


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Lector could not say with what menstrua Gaspard forced 
these rapid solutions and evaporations and precipitations. 

At length the Lector, who had long been frappe with 
the vocation and the collaboratorship of the singular 
Schoppe, came, by polite circumlocutions, upon the ques- 
tion, how the Knight had become acquainted with him. 
" Through the Pasquino," he replied. " He was just 
stepping round the corner of the Palazzo degli Ursini, 
when he saw some Romans and our hereditary prince 
standing round a man who was on his knees (they were 
my knees) before the statues of Pasquino and Marforio, 
and offering to them the following prayer : Dear Castor 
and Pollux ! why do ye not secularize yourselves out of 
the ecclesiastical estate, and travel through my Germany 
in partibus infidelium, or as two diligent vicars ? Could 
you not go round among the cities of the empire as mis- 
sionary preachers and referendaries, or post yourselves 
as chevaliers d'honneur and armorial bearers on either 
side of a throne ? Would to God they might at least 
vote thee, Pasquino, royal high-chaplain and master of 
ceremonies in the court chapels, or let thee down from 
the roof by a rope at the christening as baptismal angel ! 
Say, could not you twins, now, once come forward and 
speak as petition-masters-general in the halls of the Diet, 
or, as magistri sententiarum, oppugn one another within 
the walls of the universities on Commencement days ? 
Pasquino, can no Delia Porta * restore thee, were it only 
so far that thou mightest, at least, at Congresses and 
treaty-makings of the diplomatic corps, play the silhouet- 
teur like the figure-head of the stove, or must you serve 
at the highest only in university libraries, as the busts of 

* The Pasquino is notoriously mutilated. — Delia Porta was a great 
restorer of old statues. 



critical editors ? Ah, gay pair, would that Chigi, who 
stands here beside me, might only model you into a 
portable pocket edition for ladies, I would put you by, 
and not take you out of my pocket till I reached Ger- 
many ! I can, however, do it even here on the island," 
said Schoppe ; whereupon he drew forth the satirical work 
of art; for the renowned architect and modeller, Chigi, 
who heard him, had really cast a copy of it. Schoppe 
went on to tell how Don Gaspard then seriously stepped 
up to him, and asked him, in Spanish, who he was. " I 
am (he answered also in Spanish) actual Titular libra- 
rian to the Grand Master at Malta, and a descendant of 
the so-called grammatical dog, the toothed humanist, 
Scioppius (German Schoppe) ; my baptismal name is 
Pero, Piero, Pietro (Peter). But many here call me, by 
mistake, Sciupio or Sciopio (extravagance)." 

Gaspard had an impartial, deep-reaching eye for every 
spirit, even though it were most unlike his own ; and, 
least of all, did he seek a repetition of himself. He 
therefore took the librarian home with him. Since, now, 
the latter seemed to live solely by portrait-painting, and 
was besides just meaning to go back to Germany, he ac- 
cordingly proposed to this rich, many-eyed, rough spirit, 
Albano's society, which only the present fellow-laborer, 
Augusti, was to share with him. But there were four 
things which the librarian demanded beforehand, as pre- 
liminaries, — a sitting from the Count, his profile, and — 
when both these had been granted — yet a third and a 
fourth, in the following terms : " Must I suffer myself to 
be calendered* by the three estates, and forced to take 
on gloss and smoothness by polishing-presses ? I will 
not; whithersoever else, be it to heaven or hell, I will 

* I. e. to be pressed between two wooden cylinders and a metallic one. 



accompany your son, but not into the stamping-wash- 
ing-roasting-melting-and-forcing-works of great houses." 
This was granted easiest of all ; besides, the second Im- 
perial vicegerent of the paternal supremacy, Augusti, 
was appointed to the business in question. But upon the 
fourth point they came near falling out. Schoppe, who 
would rather be an outlaw than a slave or a freedman, 
and whose ground, no less imperially free than fruitful, 
would not endure a hedge, could accommodate himself 
only to accidental, undetermined services, and felt obliged 
to decline the fixum of a salary. " I will," said he, " de- 
liver occasional sermons, but none of your weekly ser- 
mons ; nay, it may be, oftentimes, I shall not enter the 
desk for a half-year together." The Knight considered 
it beneath him to be under obligations, and drew back, 
till Schoppe hit upon the diagonal road, and said he 
would give his society as a don gratuity and should ex- 
pect of. the Knight, from time to time, a considerable don 
gratuit in return. As for the rest, Schoppe was now full 
as dear to the Knight as the first-best Turk of the Court 
who had ever helped him up his carriage-steps ; his trial 
of a man was like a post-mortem examination, and after 
the trial he neither loved nor hated more cordially ; to 
him, as he looked into the show-piece of blustering life, 
the manager and the first and second mistresses, and the 
Lears and Iphigenias and heroes were no friends, nor 
were the Kasperls and the tyrants and supernumeraries 
foes, but they were simply different actors in different 
parts. Ah, Gaspard, standest thou, then, in the front box, 
and not also on the stage of life itself? And dost thou 
not in the great drama recognize, like Hamlet, a lesser 
one ? Ay, does not every stage imply, after all, a two- 
fold life, — a copying and a copied ? 

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Either the glass or two (or more) of wine, or else his an- 
noying contrast to the elegant, sedate Lector, set Schoppe's 
winnowing-mill with all its wheels in motion, though this 
humor of his found small scope on the enchanting island ; 
and when Augusti expressed a wish that Schoppe might 
go to Germany under happier auspices than other painters, 
the latter drew forth a pack of gilded pictures of German 
patron saints, and said, shuffling them : " Many a one 
would here lay a papal miserere on the desk and sing it 
off, particularly if, like me, he had to go into winter quar- 
ters among the German ice and fog-banks in the middle 
of spring ; — and it is with reluctance, I am free to con- 
fess, I leave the Harlequin and Pulzinella and Scapin, 
and the whole comedia delV arte behind. But the gentle- 
men saints whom I here shuffle have brought the lands 
under their charge into high and dry condition, and one 
passes through them with comfort. Mr. Architect, you 
laugh, but you know altogether too little of what these 
painted heavenly advowees hourly undertake in behalf 
of the German circles. Mr. Architect, show me, after 
all, a country anywhere, in which so many cudgels, pro- 
grammes, professors, Perukes-allongees, learned advertise- 
ments, imperial notices, cits and surburbans, ceremonies, 
coronations, and Heidelberg tubs, but without indwelling 
Diogeneses, are to be mustered together as in the afore- 
mentioned ? Or I appeal to you, Mr. Von Augusti ! Point 
out to me, I pray, one single territory which is provided 
with such a Long Parliament, namely, a most lengthy 
Diet of the Empire, as it were, an extraordinarily whole- 
some pillula perpetua * which the patient is incessantly 

* This pill consists of Antimonia Regia, and by reason of its hard- 
ness may be swallowed over and over again with the same effect each 
time ; only a little wine is sprinkled on it before each repetition of the 


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swallowing, and which as incessantly purges him ; and 
who is not reminded, as well as myself", in this connec- 
tion, of the capitulatio perpetua, and in general of the 
body politic of the Empire, that perpetuum immobile to 
the very foundations ? " Here Schoppe drank. " The 
body of the Empire becomes thereby, like the first prin- 
ciple of morals, or like virgin earth, altogether insoluble ; 
nay, supposing one of us were to take an electoral sword, 
and cut it in two therewith, as if it were an earwig, still the 
half with the teeth would, like the cloven earwig, turn 
round and eat the latter half clean up, — and then there 
would be the whole continuous earwig re-joined and well 
fed into the bargain. It is not by any means to be re- 
gretted as. a consequence of this close nexus of the Empire, 
that the corpus can devour and digest its own limbs, as the 
brook-crab does its stomach, without any real harm to 
itself, so that the corpus, like a Homeric god, can only be 
wounded, but not killed. Take this bunchy polypus-stalk, 
I often say, mash it to a pulp with Hösel, — turn it wrong 
side outward like a glove, — like Lichtenberg, cut the 
polypus in two dexterously with a hair, — like Tremb- 
ley, stick and incorporate several severed limbs into one 
another, as other naturalists do imperial cities, abbeys, 
small provinces into greater, or the reverse, — and then 
examine after some days ; verily, magnificent and whole 
and well, thy polypus will be found sitting there again, 
or my name is not Schoppe." 

The Count had heard him again and again on this sub- 
ject, and could therefore more easily and properly smile ; 
the Lector, however, was learning all this for the first 
time, and even the comic actor is not such to his new 
hearers. But amidst all these diversions there still sound- 
ed on in Albano's soul a confused tumult, like the mur- 




muring of the waterfall of the coming times. He peered 
longingly through the wavering seams of the laurel-fo- 
liage, out toward the shining hills, when Dian said, in his 
painter's-language : " Is it not as if all the gods stood, with 
thousands of cornucopias, on the mountains around Lago 
Maggiore, and poured down wine and cascades, till the 
lake, like a goblet of joy, foams over and gushes down 
with the brimming juice ? " Schoppe replied : " Pleas- 
ures of exceeding flavor, like pineapples, have the mis- 
fortune, that, like pineapples, they make the gums bleed." 
" I think," said Augusti, " that one ought not to reflect 
much upon the pleasures of life, any more than upon the 
beauties of a good poem ; one enjoys both better without 
counting or dissecting them." " And I," said Cesara, 
" would calculate and dissect from very pride ; whatever 
came of it I would abide, and I should be ashamed to be 
unhappy about it. If life, like the olive, is a bitter fruit, 
then grasp both with the press, and they will afford the 
sweetest oil." Here he rose to remain alone on the island 
till evening ; he asked indulgence, but gave no excuse. 
His lofty, ambitious soul was incapable of descending to 
the smallest lie, even towards an animal. In Blumen- 
bühl he used daily to entice the wild pigeons near him 
by holding out food; and his foster-sister often begged 
him to catch one ; but he always said, " No," for he would 
not betray the confidence even of a brute creature. 

While they followed him with their eyes, as he slowly 
retired through the laurel shades, with the shadows dan- 
cing after him and stray sunbeams gliding down over him, 
and, as in a dream, gently bent the branches apart with 
his hands extended before him, Dian broke forth : " What 
a statue of Jupiter ! " " And the ancients," said Schoppe, 
joining in, " believed, moreover, that every god dwelt in 



his own statue." " A magnificent, threefold breadth of 
brow, nasal bridge, and breast ! " continued Dian. " A 
Hercules planting olive-trees on Olympus ! " " It struck 
me very much," said the Lector, " that, after considerable 
study, I could read in his countenance what I wished and 
what was mutually contradictory, — coldness, warmth, in- 
nocence and gentleness, most readily defiance and force." 
Schoppe added: "It may be still harder for himself to 
compel such a congress of warring powers within him to 
become a peace-congress." " How beautifully," said the 
humanly feeling Dian, " must love sit upon so mighty a 
form, and how sublimely must anger ! " u Those are two 
poetic beauties," replied Schoppe, " out of which two 
Pedagogiarchs and Zenophons, like us, can make little 
with their Cyrus in their Cyropsedia." 

4. CYCLE. 

ZESARA had tasted only three glasses of wine ; but 
the must of his thick, hot blood fermented under it 
mightily. The day grew more and more into a Daphnian 
and Delphic grove, in whose whispering and steamy thicket 
he lost himself deeper and deeper, — the sun hung in the 
blue like a white glistening snow-ball, — the glaciers cast 
their silvery glances down into the green, — from distant 
clouds it thundered occasionally,* as if spring were rolling 
along in his triumphal chariot far away towards us at the 
north, — the living glow of the climate and the hour, and 
the holy fire of two raptures, the remembered and the ex- 
pected, warmed to life all his powers. And now that fever 
of young health seized upon him, in which it always seemed 

* Tirare di primärere, the people call it ; and Peter Schoppe trans- 
lated it grandly enough, Electrical pistol-firing of spring. 



to him as if a particular heart beat in every limb, — the 
lungs and the heart are heavy and full of blood, — the 
breath is hot as a Iiarmattan wind, — and the eye dark in 
its own blaze, — and the limbs are weary with energy. 
In this overcharge of the electrical cloud he had a pecu- 
liar passion for destroying. When younger, he often re- 
lieved himself by rolling fragments of rock to a summit 
and letting them roll down, or by running on the full gal- 
lop till his breath grew longer, or most surely by hurting 
himself with a penknife (as he had heard of Cardan's 
doing), and even bleeding himself a little occasionally. 
Seldom do ordinary, and still seldomer extraordinary, men 
attain full-blooming youth of body and spirit, but when it 
does happen, so much the more luxuriantly does one root 
bear a whole flower-garden. 

With such emotions Albano now stood alone behind the 
palace towards the south, when a sport of his boyish 
years occurred to him. 

He had, namely, often in May, during a heavy wind, 
climbed up into a thick-limbed apple-tree, which supported 
a whole green hanging cabinet, and had laid himself down 
in the arms of its branches. And when, in this situation, 
the wavering pleasure-grove swung him about amidst the 
juggling play of the lily-butterflies and the hum of bees 
and insects and the clouds of blossoms, and when the 
flaunting top now buried him in rich green, now launched 
him into deep blue, and now into the sunshine, then did 
his fancy stretch the tree to gigantic dimensions : it grew 
alone in the Universe, as if it were the tree of endless 
life, its root pierced far down into the abyss, the white-red 
clouds hung upon it as blossoms, the moon as a fruit, the 
little stars glistened like dew, and Albano reposed in its 
infinite summit, and a storm swayed the summit from day 
into night and from night into day. 



And now he stood looking up to a tall cypress. A 
southeast breeze had arisen from its siesta in Rome, and 
flying along had cooled itself by the way in the tops of 
the lemon-trees and in a thousand brooks and shadows, 
and now lay cradled in the arms of the cypress. Then 
he climbed up the tree, in order at least to tire himself. 
But how did the world stretch out before him, with its 
woods, its islands, and its mountains, when he saw the 
thunder-cloud lying over Rome's seven hills, just as if 
that old spirit were speaking from the gloom which once 
wrought in the seven hills as in seven Vesuviuses, that 
had stood before the face of the earth so many centuries 
with fiery columns, with erect tempests, and had over- 
spread it with clouds and ashes and fertility, till they at 
last burst themselves asunder! The mirror-wall of the 
glaciers stood, like his father, unmelted before the warm 
rays of heaven, and only glistened and remained cold 
and hard, — from the broad expanse of the lake the sunny 
hills seemed on every hand to rise as from their bath, and 
the little ships of men seemed to lie fast stranded in the 
distance, — and, floating far and wide around him, the 
great spirits of the past went by, and under their invisible 
tread only the woods bowed themselves, the flower-beds 
scarcely at all. Then did the outward past become in 
Albano his own future, — no melancholy, but a thirst after 
all greatness that inhabits and uplifts the spirit, and a 
shrinking from the unclean baits of the future painfully 
compressed his eyelids, and heavy drops fell from them. 
He came down, because his internal dizziness grew at last 
to a physical. His rural education and the influence of 
Dian, who reverenced the modest course of .nature, had 
preserved the budding garden of his faculties from the 
untimely morning sun and hasty growth ; but the expec- 



tation of the evening and the journey he had taken had 
conspired to make the day of his life now too warm and 

Roaming and dreaming, he lost himself among orange- 
blossoms. Suddenly it was to him as if a sweet stirring 
in his inmost heart made it enlarge painfully, and grow 
void, and then full again. Ah, he knew not that it was the 
fragrances which he had here in childhood so often drunk 
into his bosom, and which now darkly but powerfully 
called back every fantasy and remembrance of the past, 
for the very reason that fragrances, unlike the worn-out 
objects of the eye and ear, seldomer present themselves, 
and therefore the more easily and intensely renew the 
faded sensations. But when he happened into an arcade 
of the palace, which was colored mosaically with variegat- 
ed stones and shells, and when he saw the waves playing 
and dancing on the threshold of the grotto, then did a 
moss-grown past all at once reveal itself: he sounded 
his recollections, — the colored stones of the grotto lay as it 
were full of inscriptions of a former time before his mem- 
ory. Ah, here had he been a thousand times with his 
mother ! She had showed him the shells and forbidden 
him to approach the waves ; and once, as the sun was ris- 
ing and the rippled lake and all the pebbles glistened, he 
had waked up on her bosom, in the midst of the blaze of 

O, was not, then, the place sacred, and was not here the 
overpowering desire pardonable, which he had so long felt 
to-day, to open a wound in his arm for the relief of the 
restless and tormenting blood ? 

He scratched himself, but accidentally too deep, and 
with a cool and pleasant exaltation of his more lightly- 
breathing nature he watched the red fountain of his arm 


in" the setting sun, and became, as if a burden had fallen 
off from him, calm, sober, still, and tender. He thought 
of his departed mother, whose love remained now forever 
unrequited. Ah, gladly would he have poured out this 
blood for her, — and now, too, love for his sickly father 
gushed up more warmly than ever in his bosom. O come 
soon, said his heart, I will love thee so inexpressibly, thou 
dear Father ! 

The sun grew cold on the damp earth, — and now only 
the indented mural crown formed by the golden steps of 
the glacier-peaks glowed above the spent clouds, — and 
the magic-lantern of nature threw its images longer and 
fainter every moment, when a tall form, in an open red 
mantle, came slowly along towards him round the cedar- 
trees, pressed with the right hand the region of its heart, 
where little sparks glimmered, and with the half-raised 
left crushed a waxen mask into a lump, and looked down 
into its own breast. Suddenly it stiffened against the 
wall of the palace in a petrified posture. Albano placed 
his hand upon his light wound, and drew near to the pet- 
rified one. What a form ! From a dry, haggard face 
projected between eyes which gleamed on, half hid be- 
neath their sockets, a contemptuous nose, with a proud 
curl, — there stood a cherub with the germ of the fall, 
a scornful, imperious spirit, who could not love aught, 
not even his own heart, hardly a higher, — one of those 
terrible beings who exalt themselves above men, above 
misfortune, above the earth, and above conscience, and to 
whom it is all the same whatever human blood they shed, 
whether another's or their own. 

It was Don Gaspard. 

The sparkling chain of his order, made of steel and 
precious stones, betrayed him. He had been seized with 



the catalepsy, his old complaint. " O father ! " said Al- 
bano, with terror, and embraced the immovable form ; but 
it was as if he clasped cold death to his heart. He 
tasted the bitterness of a hell, — he kissed the rigid lip, 
and cried more loudly, — at last, letting fall his arm, he 
started back from him, and the exposed wound bled again 
without his feeling it ; and gnashing his teeth with wild, 
youthful love and with anguish, and with great ice-drops 
in his eyes, he gazed upon the mute form, and tore its 
hand from its heart. At this Gaspard, awaking, opened 
his eyes, and said, " Welcome, my dear son ! " Then the 
child, with overmastering bliss and love, sank on his 
father's heart, and wept, and was silent. " Thou bleedest, 
Albano," said Gaspard, softly holding him off ; " bandage 
thyself ! " " Let me bleed ; I will die with thee, if thou 
diest! O, how long have I pined for thee, my good 
father ! " said Albano, yet more deeply agitated by his 
father's sick heart, which he now felt beating more heav- 
ily against Iiis own. " Very good ; but bandage thyself ! " 
said he ; and as the son did it, and while hurrying on the 
bandage, gazed with insatiable love into the eye of his 
father, — that eye which cast only cold glances like his 
jewelled ring ;*just then, on the chestnut-tops which had 
been to-day the throne of the morning sun, the soft moon 
opened soothingly her holy eye, and it was to the in- 
flamed Albano, in this home of his childhood and his 
mother, as if. the spirit of his mother were looking from 
heaven, and calling down, " I shall weep if you do not 
love each other." His swelling heart overflowed, and he 
said softly to his father, who was growing paler in the 
moonlight, " Dost thou not love me, then ? " " Dear 
Alban," replied the father, " one cannot answer thee 
enough : thou art very good, — it is very good." But 


with the pride of a love which boldly measured itself with 
his father's, he seized firmly the hand with the mask, and 
looked on the Knight with fiery eyes. "My son," re- 
plied the weary one, " I have yet much to say to thee to- 
day, and little time, because I travel to-morrow, — and I 
know not how long the beating of my heart will let me 
speak." Ali, then, that previous sign of a touched soul 
had been only the sign of a disordered pulse. Thou 
poor son, how must thy swollen sea stiffen before this 
sharp air, — ah, how must thy warm heart cleave to the 
ice-cold metal, and tear itself away not without a skin- 
peeling wound! 

But, good youth! who of us could blame thee that 
wounds should attach thee as it were by a tie of blood to 
thy true or false demigod, — although a demigod is of- 
tener joined to a demi-beast than a demi-man, — and that 
thou shouldst so painfully love ! Ah, what ardent soul 
has not once uttered the prayer of love in vain, and then, 
lamed by the chilling poison, like other poisoned victims, 
not been able any longer to move its heavy tongue and 
heavy heart ! But love on, thou warm soul ! like spring- 
flowers, like night-butterflies, tender love at last breaks 
through the hard-frozen soil, and every heart, which de- 
sires nothing else than a heart, finds at last its bosom ! 

5. CYCLE. 

THE Knight took him up to a gallery supported by 
a row of stone pillars, which lemon-trees strewed all 
over with perfumes and with little, lively shadows, silver- 
edged by the moon. He drew two medallions from his 
pocket-book, — one represented a remarkably youthful- 
looking female face, with the circumscription, " Nous ne 

3 + 


nous verrons jamais, mon fils." "Here is thy mother," 
said Gaspard, giving it to him, " and here thy sister " ; 
and handed him the second, whose lines ran into an indis- 
tinct, antiquated shape, with the circumscription, "Nous 
nous verrons un jour, mon frere." He now began his 
discourse, which he delivered in such a low tone and in 
so many loose sheets (one comma often coming at one 
end of the gallery and the next at the other), and with 
such an alternation of quick and slow paces, that the ear 
of any eavesdropping inquisitor keeping step with them, 
under the gallery, had there been one down there, could 
not have caught three drops of connected sound. " Thy 
attention, dear Alban," he continued, " not thy fancy, 
must now be put on the stretch. Thou art, unhappily, to- 
day too romantic for one who is to hear so many romantic 
things. The Countess of Cesara ever loved the mysteri- 
ous ; thou wilt perceive it in the commission which she gave 
me a few days before her death, and which I was obliged 
to promise I would execute this very Good-Friday." 

He said further, before beginning, that, as his catalepsy 
and palpitation of the heart increased critically, he must 
hasten to Spain to arrange his affairs, and, still more, 
those of his ward, the Countess of Romeiro. Alban 
made one brotherly inquiry about his dear sister, so long 
separated from him ; his father gave him to hope he 
should soon see her, as she intended to visit Switzerland 
with the Countess. 

As I do not perceive what people will gain by it, if I 
insert those (to me) annoying geese-feet * with the ever- 
lasting " said he," I will relate the commission in person. 
There would, at a certain time (the Kffight said), come 
to him three unknown persons, — one in the morning, one 

* Quotation-marks. — Tr. 



at noon, and one in the evening, — and each one would 
present him a card, in a sealed envelope, containing 
merely the name of the city and the house wherein the 
picture-cabinet, which Albano must visit the very same 
night, was to be found. In this cabinet he must touch 
and press all the nails of the pictures till he comes to 
one behind which the pressure makes a repeating-clock, 
built into the wall, strike twelve. Here he finds behind 
the picture a secret arras-door, behind which sits a fe- 
male form with an open souvenir and three rings on her 
left hand, and a crayon in her right. When he presses 
the ring of the middle finger, the form will rise amidst 
the rolling of the internal wheelwork, step out into the 
chamber, and the wheelwork, which is running down, will 
stop with her at a wall whereon she indicates, by the 
crayon, a hidden compartment, in which lie a pocket- 
perspective glass and the waxen impression of a coffin- 
key. The eye-glass of the perspective arranges by an 
optical anamorphosis the snarl of withering lines on the 
medallion of his sister, which he had to-day received, 
into a sweet, young form, and the object-glass gives back 
to the immature image of his mother the lineaments of 
mature life. Then he is to press the ring-finger, and 
immediately the dumb, cold figure will begin to write 
with the crayon in the souvenir, and designate to him, in 
a few words, the place of the coffin, of whose key he has 
the waxen impression. In the coffin lies a black marble 
slab, in the form of a black Bible ; and when he has 
broken it he will find a kernel therein, from which is to 
grow the Christmas-tree of his whole life. If the slab is 
not in the coffin, then he is to give the last ring of the 
little finger .a pressure, — but what this wooden Guerike's 
weather-prophet of his destiny would do, the Knight 
himself could not predict. 



I am fully of opinion that from this bizarre testament 
the repeating-work and half of the wheel-work might 
easily be broken out, (just as clocks are now made in 
London with only two wheels,) without doing the dial- 
work or the movement of the hands the least injury. 

Upon Albano all this testamentary whirl and whiz had, 
contrary to my expectation, almost no effect ; excepting 
to produce a more tender love for the good mother who, 
when she already beheld, in the stream of life below, the 
swift image of the pouncing hawk of death, thought only 
of her son. Upon the fixed, iron countenance of his father 
he so gazed during this narrative with tender gratitude 
for the pains he had taken to remember and relate, as 
almost to lose the thread of the discourse, and in the 
moonshine and to the eye of his fancy the Knight grew 
to a Colossus of Rhodes, hiding half the horizon of the 
present, a being for whom this testamentary memory- 
work seemed almost too trivial. 

Thus far Don Gaspard had spoken merely as a genuine 
man of the world, who always excludes from his speech 
(into which no special, intimate relations intrude) all men- 
tion or flattery of a person, of others as well as of him- 
self, and regards even historical persons merely as condi- 
tions of things, so that two such impersonalities with their 
grim coldness seemed to be only two speaking logics or 
sciences, not living beings with beating hearts. O, how 
softly did it flow, like a tender melody, into Albano's love- 
sick heart, which the pure and mild moon, and the glim- 
mering island-garden of his early days, and the voice 
of his mother sounding on and echoing in his soul, all 
conspired to melt, when at length the father said : " So 
much have I to tell of the Countess. Of myself I have 
nothing to say to thee but to express my constant satisfac- 



tion hitherto with thy life." " O, give me, dearest father, 
instruction and counsel for my future government," said 
the enraptured man, and as Gaspard's right hand twitched 
convulsively toward his more hurriedly beating heart, he 
followed it with his left to the sick spot and pressed in- 
tensely the hysterical heart as if he could arrest by grasp- 
ing at the spokes this down-hill-rolling wheel of life. The 
Knight replied : " I have nothing more to say to thee. 
The Linden City (Pestitz) is now open to thee ; thy 
mother had shut it against thee. The hereditary Prince, 
who will soon be Prince, and the minister, Von Froulay, 
who is my friend, will be thine. I believe it will be of 
service to thee to cultivate their acquaintance." 

The sharp-sighted Gaspard saw at this moment sud- 
denly flit across the pure, open countenance of the youth 
strange emotions and hot blushes, which nothing immediate 
could explain, and which instantly passed away, as if an- 
nihilated, when he thus continued : " To a man of rank, 
sciences and polite learning, which to others are final 
ends, are only means and recreations ; and great as thy 
inclination for them may be, thou wilt, however, surely, in 
the end give actions the preference over. enjoyments; thou 
wilt not feel thyself born to instruct or amuse men merely, 
but to manage and to rule them. It were well if thou 
couldst gain the minister, and thereby the knowledge of 
government and political economy which he can give 
thee ; for in the sketch of one country as well as of one 
court thou hast the grand outlines of every greater one 
to which thou mayest be called, and for which thou wilt 
have to educate thyself. It is my wish that thou shouldst 
be even a favorite of the Prince and the Court, less be- 
cause thou hast need of connections than because thou 
needest experience. Only through men are men to be 



subdued and surpassed, not by books and superior quali- 
ties. One must not display his worth in order to gain 
men, but gain them first, and then, and not until then, 
show his worth. There is no calamity like ignorance ; and 
not so much by virtue as by understanding is man made 
formidable and fortunate. Thou hast at most to shun men 
who are too like thee, particularly the noble." The cor- 
rosive sublimate of his irony consisted here, not in his 
pronouncing " noble " with an accented, ironical tone, but 
in his pronouncing it, contrary to what might have been 
expected, coldly and without any tone at all. Albano's 
hand, still on his, had for some time slipped down from 
his father's heart along the sharp-edged steel chain of his 
order to the golden, metal-cold lamb that hung from it. 
The youth, like all young men and hermits, had too severe 
notions of courtiers and men of the world : he held them 
to be decided basilisks and dragons, — although I can still 
excuse that, if he means by basilisks only what the natu- 
ralists mean, — wingless lizards, — and by dragons, noth- 
ing but winged ones, and thus regards them only as am- 
phibia, hardly less cold and odious than Linnoeus defines 
such to be. Besides, he cherished (so easily does Plu- 
tarch become the seducer of youth whose biographer he 
might have been, like me) more contempt than reverence 
for the artolatry (loaf and fish service) of our age, always 
transsubstantiating (inversely) its god into bread, — for 
the best bread-studies or bread-carts, — for the making of 
a carriere, — for every one, in short, who was not a dare- 
devil, and who, instead of catapultas and war machines, 
operated with some sort of invisible magnetic wands, suc- 
tion-works, and cupping-glasses, and took anything in that 
way. Every young man has a fine season in his life when 
he will accept no office, and every young woman has the 



same in hers, when she will accept no husband ; by and 
by they both change, and often take one another into the 

As the Knight advanced the above propositions, cer- 
tainly not offensive to any man of the world, there swelled 
in his son a holy, generous pride, — it seemed to him as 
if his heart and even his body, like that of a praying saint, 
were lifted by a soaring genius far above the race-courses 
of a greedy, creeping age, — the great men of a greater 
time passed before him under their triumphal arches, and 
beckoned him to come nearer to them : in the east lay 
Rome and the moon, and before him the Circus of the 
Alps, — a mighty Past by the side of a mighty Present. 
With the proud and generous consciousness that there is 
something more godlike in us than prudence and under- 
standing, he laid hold of his father, and said : " This whole 
day, dear father, has been one increasing agitation in my 
heart. I cannot speak nor think rightly for emotion. 
Father, I will visit them all ; I will soar away above 
men; but I despise the dirty road to the object. I will in 
the sea of the world rise like a living man by swimming, 
and not like a drowned man by corruption. Yes, father, 
let Fate cast a gravestone upon this breast, and crush it, 
when it has lost virtue and the divinity and its own heart." 

What made Albano speak so warmly was that he could 
not avoid an irrepressible veneration for the great soul of 
the Knight ; he continually represented to himself the 
pangs and the lingering death *of so strong a life, the 
sharp smoke of so great a coldly quenched fire, and in- 
ferred from the emotions of his own living soul what 
must be those of his father, who in his opinion had only 
gradually thus crumbled upon a broad bed of black, cold 
worldlings, as the diamond cannot be volatilized except 
on a bed of dead, burnt-out, blacksmith's coals. 


Don Gaspard, who seldom, and then only mildly, found 
fault with men, — not from love, but from indifference, — 
patiently replied to the youth : " Thy warmth is to be 
praised. All will come right in good time. Now let 
us eat." 

6. CYCLE. 

THE banquet-hall of our Islanders was in the rich 
palace of the absent Borromaean family. They 
conceded to the lovely island the prize-apple of Paris and 
the laurel-wreath. Augusti and Gaspard wrote their eulo- 
gies upon it in a clear, easy style, only Gaspard used the 
more antitheses. Albano's breast was filled with a new 
world, his eye with radiance, his cheeks with joyous blood. 
The Architect extolled as well the taste as the purse of 
the hereditary Prince, who by means of both had brought 
with him to his country, not artistic masters indeed, but 
still masterpieces, and at whose instance this very Dian 
was going to Italy to take casts for him there of the an- 
tiques. Schoppe replied : " I hope the German is as well 
supplied with painters' academies and painters' colics as 
any other people; our pictures on goods, our illuminat- 
ed Theses in Augsburg, our margins of newspapers, and 
our vignettes in every dramatic work, (whereby we had 
an earlier Shakespeare Gallery than London,) our gallows- 
birds hung in effigy, — are well known to every one, and 
show at first sight how far we carry the thing. But I will 
even allow that Greeks and Italians paint as well as we ; 
still we tower far above them in this, that we, like nature 
and noble suitors, never seek isolated beauty, without 
connected advantage. A beauty which we cannot also 
roast, sell at auction, wear, or marry, passes with us only 
for just what it is worth ; beauty is with us (I hope) 



never anything else but selvage and trimming to utility, 
just as, also, at the Diet of the Empire, it is not the side- 
tables of confectionery, but the session-tables, that are the 
proper work-tables of the body politic. Genuine Beauty 
and Art are therefore with us set, painted, stamped only 
on things which at the same time bring in something ; e. g. 
fine Madonnas only in the journals of fashion, — etched 
leaves only on packages of tobacco-leaves, — cameos on 
pipe-bowls, — gems on seals, and wood-cuts on tallies ; 
flower-pieces are sought, but on bandboxes, — faithful 
Wouwermanns, but in horses' stalls before the stallions,* 
— bas-reliefs of princes' heads, either on dollars or on 
Bavarian beer-pitcher covers, but both must be of 
unalloyed pewter, — rose-pieces and lily-pieces, but on 
tattooed women. On a similar principle, in Basedow's sys- 
tem of education, beautiful painting and the Latin vocab- 
ulary were always linked together, because the Institute 
more easily retains the latter by the help of the former. 
So, too, Van der Kabel never painted a hare to order, 
without requiring for himself one freshly-shot model after 
another to eat and copy. So again, the artist Calcar 
painted beautiful hose, but painted them immediately on 
to his own legs." 

The Knight heard such talk with pleasure, though he 
neither laughed at nor imitated it ; to him all colors in the 
prism of genius were agreeable. Only to the Architect it 
was not enough in Greek taste, and not courtly enough for 
the Lector. The latter turned round to the departing 
Dian, with a somewhat flattering air, while Schoppe was 
recovering breath for renewed detraction of us Germans, 

* A good Wouwermann means, in painters' langnage, a well-exe- 
cuted horse, the sight of which has an influence on the beauty of the 
future colt. 



md said : " Formerly Rome took away from other lands 
Dnly works of art, but now artists themselves." ■ 
Schoppe continued : " So also our statues are no idle, 
lawdling citizens, but they all drive a trade ; — such as are 
caryates hold up houses ; such as are angels bear baptis- 
mal vessels ; and heathen water-gods labor at the public 
fountains, and pour out water into the pitchers of the 

The Count spoke warmly for us, the Lector brilliantly : 
the Knight remarked, that the German taste and the Ger- 
man talent for poetic beauties made good and explained 
their want of both for other beauties (on the ground of 
climate, form of government, poverty, &c). The Knight 
resembled a celestial telescope, through which the planets 
appear larger and the suns smaller ; like that instrument, 
he took away from suns their borrowed lustre, without re- 
storing to them their true and greater glory ; he cut in 
twain, indeed, the noose of a Judas, but he extinguished 
the halo on a Christ's head, and in general he sought to 
make out ingeniously a parity and equality between dark- 
ness and light. 

Schoppe was never silenced (I am sorry that in his 
toleration-mandate for Europe the German Circles should 
have been left out). He began again : " The little which 
I just brought forward in praise of the serviceable Ger- 
mans has, it seems, provoked contradiction. But the 
slight laurel-crown which I place upon the holy body of 
the Empire shall never blind my eyes to the bald spots. 
I have often thought it commendable in Socrates and 
Christ, that they did not teach in Hamburg, in Vienna, 
or in any Brandenburg city, and go through the streets 
with their disciples ; they would have been questioned, in 
the name of the magistrates, whether they could not 



work ; and had both been with families in Wetzlar, they 
would have extorted from the latter the negligence-money.* 
Touching the poetic art, Sir Knight, I have known many 
a citizen of the Empire who could make but little out of 
an ode unless it were upon himself : he fancied he could 
tell when poetic liberties infringed upon the liberty of 
the Empire : such a man, who certainly always marched 
to his work regularly, composedly, and considerately in 
Saxon term-times, was exceedingly pained and perplexed 
by poetic flights. And is it, then, so unaccountable and 
bad ? The worthy inhabitant of an imperial city binds 
on in front a napkin when he wishes to weep, in order 
that he may not stain his satin vest, and the tears which 
fall from his eyes upon a letter of condolence he marks 
as he would any darker punctuation : what wonder, if, like 
the ranger, he should know no fairer flower than that on 
the posteriors of the stag, and if the poetical violets, like 
the botanical,t should operate upon him as a mild emetic. 
Such were, according to my notion, one way at least of 
warding off the reproach which is flung at us Germans." 

HAT a singular night followed upon this singu- 

la V lar day ! Sleepy with travelling, all went to 
rest ; only Albano, in whom the hot eventful day still 
burned on, said to the Knight that he could not now, 
with his breast full of fire, find coolness and rest any- 
where but under the cold stars and the blossoms of the 
Italian spring. He leaned against a statue on the upper 

* This name is given to the quantum which is withheld from the 
associate judges of the Supreme Court when they have not worked 

f The Ipecacuanha belongs to the Violet species. 

7. CYCLE. 



terrace, near a blooming balustrade of citrons, that he 
might sweetly shut his eyes beneath the starry heaven, 
and still more sweetly open them in the morning. Even 
in his earlier youth had he, as well as myself, wished him- 
self upon the Italian roofs of warm lands, in order, not as 
as a night-walker, but as a regular sleeper, to wake up 

How magnificently there does the eye open upon the ra- 
diant hanging gardens full of eternal blossoms above thee, 
whereas on thy German sweltry feather-pillow thou hast 
nothing before thee, when thou lookest up, but the bed-tail ! 

While Zesara was thus traversing waves, mountains, 
and stars with a stiller and stiller soul, and when at last 
garden and sky and lake ran together into one dark Co- 
lossus, and he sadly thought of his pale mother, and of his 
sister, and of the announced wonders of his future life, 
a figure dressed all in black, with the image of a death's- 
head on its breast, came slowly and painfully, and with 
trembling breath, up the terraces behind him. " Remem- 
ber death ! " it said. " Thou art Albano de Zesara ? " 
" Yes," said Zesara, " who art thou ? " "I am," it said, 
" a father of death.* It is not from fear, but from habit, 
I tremble so." 

The limbs of the man continued to quake all over, in a 
frightful and almost audible manner. Zesara had often 
wished an adventure for his idle bravery ; now he had it 
before him. Meantime, however, he kept a sharp watch 
with his eye, and when the monk said, " Look up to the 
evening star and tell me when it goes down, for my sight 
is weak," he threw only a hasty glance upwards. " Three 
stars," said he, " are still between it and the Alps." " When 

* Of the order of St. Paul, or memento mori, which died in France 
in the seventeenth century. The above address is its usual greeting. 



it sets," the father continued, " then thy sister in Spain 
gives up the ghost, and thereupon she will speak with 
thee here from Heaven." Zesara was hardly touched by 
a finger of the cold hand of horror, simply because he 
was not in a room, but in the midst of young Nature, 
who stations her mountains and stars as watchmen around 
the trembling spirit ; or it may have been because the 
vast and substantial bodily world, so near before us, 
crowds out and hides with its building-work the world of 
spirits. He asked, with indignation : " Who art thou ? 
What knowest thou ? What wilt thou ? " and grasped 
at the folded hands of the monk, and held both impris- 
oned in one of his. " Thou dost not know me, my son," 
said the father of death, calmly. " I am a Zahouri,* and 
come from Spain from thy sister ; I see the dead down 
in the earth, and know beforehand when they will ap- 
pear and discourse. But their apparition above ground 
I do not see, and their discourse I cannot liear." 

Here he looked sharply at the youth, whose features 
suddenly grew rigid and lengthened, for a voice like a 
female and familiar one began slowly over his head: 
" Take the crown, — take the crown, — I will help thee." 
The monk asked : " Is the evening-star already gone 
down ? Is it talking with thee ? " Zesara looked up- 
ward, and could not answer ; the voice from Heaven 
spake again, and said the same thing. The monk guessed 
as much, and said : " Thus did thy father hear thy mother 
from on high, when he was in Germany ; but he had 
me thrown into prison for a long time, because he 
thought I deceived him." At the mention of his " father," 
whose disbelief of the spiritual Zesara knew, he hurried 

* The Zahouris in Spain are, as is well known, gifted with the 
power of discerning corpses, veins of metal, «See. far under the earth. 


the monk, by his two hands held fast in his own single 
and strong one, down the terraces, in order to hear 
where the voice might now be. The old man smiled 
softly ; the voice again spake above him, but in these 
words : " Love the beautiful one, — love the beautiful 
one, — I will help thee." A skiff was moored to the 
shore, which he had already seen during the day. The 
monk, who apparently wished to do away the suspicion 
of a voice being concealed anywhere, stepped into the 
gondola, and beckoned him to follow. The youth, rely- 
ing on his bodily and mental strength and his skill in 
swimming, boldly pushed off with the monk from the 
island ; but what a shudder seized upon his innermost 
fibres, when not only the voice above him called again, 
" Love the beautiful one whom I will show thee, — I will 
help thee," but when he even saw, off toward the terrace, 
a female form, with long, chestnut-brown hair, and dark 
eyes, and a shining, swan-like neck, and with the com- 
plexion and vigor of the richest climate, rise, like a no- 
bler Aphrodite, revealed down to her bosom, from out 
the deepest waves. But in a few seconds the Goddess 
sank back again beneath the surface, and the spirit-voice 
continued to whisper overhead, " Love the beautiful one 
whom I showed thee." The monk coldly and silently 
prayed during the scene, of which he heard and saw noth- 
ing. At length he said : " On the next Ascension-day, 
at the hour of thy birth, thou wilt stand beside a heart 
which is not within a breast, and thy sister will announce 
to thee from Heaven the name of thy bride." 

When before us feeble, rheumy creatures, who, like 
Polypuses and flowers, only feel and seek, but cannot 
see the light of a higher element, a flash darts, in the 
total eclipse of our life, through the earthly mass which 



bangs before our bigber sun,* tbat ray cuts in pieces 
tbe nerve of vision, wbicb can bear only forms, not light ; 
no burning terror wings the heart and the blood, but a 
cold shudder at our own thoughts, and in the presence 
of a new, incomprehensible world, chains the warm 
stream, and life becomes ice. 

Albano, from whose teeming fancy a chaos might 
spring as easily as a universe, grew pale ; but it was 
with him as if he lost not so much his spirit as his under- 
standing. He rowed impetuously, almost unconsciously, 
to the shore, — he could not look the father of death in 
the face, because his wild fancy, tearing everything to 
pieces, distorted and distended all forms, like clouds, into 
horrid shapes, — he hardly heard the monk when he 
said, by way of farewell, " Next Good Friday, perhaps, 
I may come again." The monk stepped on board a 
skiff which came along of itself (propelled, probably, by 
a wheel under the water), and soon disappeared behind, 
or in, the little Fisher's island (Isola peschiere). 

For the space of a minute Alban reeled, and it ap- 
peared to him as if the garden and the sky and all were 
a floating and fleeting fog-bank, — as if nothing ivere, as 
if he had not lived. This arsenical qualm was at once 
blown away from his stifled breast by the breath of the 
Librarian, Schoppe, who was piping merrily at the cham- 
ber window ; all at once his life grew warm again, the 
earth came back, and existence was. Schoppe, who could 
not sleep for warmth, had come down to make his own 
bed also on the tenth terrace. He saw in Zesara an in- 
tense inward agitation, but he had long been accustomed 
to such, and made no inquiries. 

* According to the account of some astronomers, that the sun, when 
eclipsed, has sometimes shone through an opening of the moon, as 
Ulloa, e. g., assures us that he once witnessed. 

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8. CYCLE. 

NOT by reasonings, but by pleasantries, is the ice 
most easily melted in our choked-up wheel-work. 
After a chatty hour, not much more was left of all that 
had passed in the youth's mind than a vexatious feeling 
and a happy one ; the former, to think that he had not 
taken the monk by the cowl and carried him before the 
Knight ; and the latter, at the remembrance of the noble 
female form, and at the very prospect of a life full of ad- 
ventures. Still, when he closed his eyes, monsters full 
of wings, worlds full of flames, and a deep-weltering 
chaos, swept around his soul. 

At last, in the cool of the after-midnight, his tired 
senses, under a slow and dissolving influence, approached 
the magnetic mountain of slumber ; but what a dream 
came to him on that still mountain ! He lay (so he 
dreamed) on the crater of Hecla. An upheaved column 
of water lifted him with it, and held him balanced on its 
hot waves in mid-heaven. High in the ethereal night 
above him stretched a gloomy tempest, like a long 
dragon, swollen with devoured constellations ; near be- 
low hung a bright little cloud, attracted by the tempest, 
— through the light gauze of the little cloud flowed a 
dark red, either of two rose-buds or of two hps, and a 
green stripe of a veil or of an olive-twig, and a ring of 
milk-blue pearls or of forget-me-not, — at length a little 
vapor diffused itself over the red, and nothing was there 
but an open, blue eye, which looked up to Albano in- 
finitely mild and imploring ; and he stretched out his 
hands towards the enveloped form, but the water-column 
was too low. Then the black tempest flung hailstones, 
but in their fall they became snow, and then dew-drops, 


and at last, in the little cloud, silvery light ; and the green 
veil swept illuminated in the vapor. Then Albano ex- 
claimed, " I will shed all my tears and swell the column, 
that I may reach thee, fair eye!" And the blue eye 
grew moist with longing, and closed with love. The 
column grew with a loud roaring, the tempest lowered 
itself, and pressed down the little cloud before it, but he 
could not touch it. Then he tore open his veins and 
cried, " I have no more tears, but all my blood will I pour 
out for thee, that I may reach thy heart." Under the 
bleeding the column rose higher and faster, — the broad, 
blue ether began to swim, and the tempest was dissipated 
like spray, and all the stars that it had swallowed came 
forth with living looks, — the little cloud, hovering freely, 
floated gleaming down to the column, — the blue eye, as 
it approached, opened slowly, and suddenly closed and 
buried itself deeper in its light ; but a soft sigh whis- 
pered in the cloud, " Draw me to thy heart ! " O, then 
he flung his arms through the flashing light and swept 
away the mist, and snatched a white form, that seemed 
to be made of moonlight, to his glowing breast. But ah ! 
the melting snow of the light escaped from his hot arms, 
— the beloved one melted away and became a tear, and 
the warm tear found its way through his breast, and sank 
into his heart, and burned therein ; and his heart began 
to dissolve, and seemed as if it would die. . . . Then 
he opened his eyes. 

But what an unearthly waking ! The little, white, 
spent cloud, stained with storm-drops, still hung bending 
down over him, in Heaven, — it was the bright, lovingly 
near moon, that had gone in above him. He had 
bled in his sleep, the bandage of his wounded arm hav- 
ing been pushed off by its violent movement. His rap- 

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tures had melted the night-frost of ghostly terror. In 
a transfiguring euthanasia, his firm being fluttered loosely 
around like an uncertain dream, — he had been wafted 
and rocked upward into the starry heaven as on a moth- 
er's breast, and all the stars had flowed into the moon 
and enlarged her glory, — his heart, flung into a warm 
tear, gently dissolved therein, — out of him was only 
shadow, within him dazzling light, — the wind of the 
flying earth swept by before the upright flame of his 
soul, and it bent not. Ah, his Psyche glided with keen, 
unruffled, inaudible falcon-pinions, in silent ecstasy through 
the thin air of life. . . . 

It appeared to him as if he were dying, for it was 
some time before he became aware of the increasing 
warmth of his bleeding left arm, which had lifted him 
into the long Elysium that reached over from his dream- 
ing into his waking state. He refastened the bandage 
more tightly. 

All at once he heard, during the operation, a louder 
plashing below him than mere waters could make. He 
looked over the balcony, and saw his father and Dian, 
without a farewell, — winch, with Gaspard, was only the 
poisonous meadow-saffron in the autumnal moment of 
leave-taking, — fleeing, like blossom-leaves dropped out 
of the flower-wreath of his life, away across the waves 
amid the swan-song of the nightingales! . . . O, thou 
good young man, how often has this night befooled and 
robbed thee ! He spread out his arms after them, — the 
pain of the dream still continued, and inspired him, — his 
flying father seemed to him a loving father again, — in 
anguish he called down, " Father, look round upon me ! 
Ah, how canst thou thus forsake me without a syllable ? 
And thou too, Dian ! O comfort me, if you hear me ! " 


Dian threw kisses to him, and Gaspard laid his hand 
upon his .sick heart. Albano thought of that copyist of 
death, the palsy, and would gladly have held out his 
wounded arm over the waves, and poured out his warm 
life as a libation for his father, and he called after them, 
" Farewell ! farewell ! " Languishing, he pressed the cold, 
stony limbs of a colossal statue to his burning veins, and 
tears of vain longing gushed down his fair face, while 
the warm tones of the Italian nightingales, trilling in 
response to each other from bank and island, sucked his 

heart till it was sore with soft vampyre-tongues. Ah, 

when thou shalt once love, glowing youth, how thou wilt 
love! — In his thirst for a warm, communicative soul, 
he woke up his Schoppe, and pointed out to him the fugi- 
tives. But while the latter was saying something or 
other consolatory, Albano gazed fixedly at the gray speck 
of the skiff, and heard not a word. 

9. CYCLE. 

THE two continued up, and refreshed themselves by 
a stroll through the dewy island ; and the sight of 
the alto-rilievo of day, as it came out in glistening colors 
from the fading crayon-drawings of the moonlight, woke 
them to full life. Augusti joined them, and proposed to 
them to take the half-hour's sail over to Isola Madre. 
Albano heartily besought the two to sail over alone, and 
leave him here to his solitary walks. The Lector now 
detected, with a sharper look, the traces of the* young 
man's nightly adventures, — how beautifully had the 
dream, the monk, the sleeplessness, the bleeding, subdued 
the bold, defiant form, and softened every tone, and that 
mighty energy was now only a magic waterfall by moon- 



light ! Augusti took it for caprice, and went alone with 
Schoppe ; but the fewest persons possible comprehend, 
that it is only with the fewest persons possible, (and not 
with an army of visitors,) properly only with two, — the 
most intimate and like-minded friend and the beloved 
object, — one can bear to take a walk. Verily, I had 
as lief kneel down to make a declaration of love openly, 
in the face of a whole court, on the birthday of a princess, 
— for show me, I pray, the difference, — as to gaze on 
thee, Nature, my beloved, through a long vanguard and 
rear-guard of witnesses to my enraptured attitude ! 

How happy did solitude make Albano, whose heart 
and eyes were full of tears, which he concealed for shame, 
and which yet so justified and exalted him in his own 
mind ! For he labored under the singular mistake of 
fiery and vigorous youths, — the idea that he had not a ten- 
der heart, had too little feeling, and was hard to be moved. 
But now his enervation gave him a soft, poetical fore- 
noon, such as he had never before known, and in which 
he would fain have embraced tearfully all that he had 
ever loved, — his good, dear, far-off foster parents in Blu- 
menbühl ; his poor father, ill just in spring, when death 
always builds his flower-decked gate of sacrifice ; and 
his sister, buried in the veil of the past, whose likeness 
he had gotten, whose after-voice he had heard this night, 
and whose last hour the nightly liar had brought so near 
to him in his fiction. Even the nocturnal magic-lantern 
show, still going on in his heart, troubled him by its mys- 
teriousness, since he could not ascribe it to any known 
person, and by the prediction that at his birth-hour, which 
was so near, — the next Ascension-day, — he should 
learn the name of his bride. The laughing day took 
away, indeed, from the ghost-scenes their deathly hue, 


but gave to the crown and the water-goddess fresh 

He roamed dreamily through all holy places in this 
promised land. He went into the dark Arcade where 
he had found his childhood's relics and his father, and 
took up, with a sad feeling, the crushed mask which had 
fallen on the ground. He ascended the gallery, check- 
ered with lemon-shadows and sunbeams, and looked 
toward the tall cypresses and the chestnut summits in 
the far blue, where the moon had appeared to him like 
an opening mother's eye. He approached a cascade, be- 
hind the laurel-grove, which was broken into twenty 
landing-places, as his life was into twenty years, and he 
felt not its thin rain upon his hot cheeks. 

He then went back again to the top of the high terrace 
to look for his returning friends. How brokenly and 
magically did the sunshine of the outward world steal 
into the dark, holy labyrinth of the inner! Nature, 
which yesterday had been a flaming sun-ball, was to-day 
an evening star, full of twilight : the world and the future 
lay around him so vast, and yet so near and tangible, 
as glaciers before a rain appear nearer in the deepening 
blue. He stationed himself on the balcony, and held on 
by the colossal statue ; and his eye glanced down to the 
lake, and up to the Alps and to the heavens, and down 
again ; and, under the friendly air of Hesperia, all the 
waves and all the leaves fluttered beneath their light veil. 
White towers glistened from the green of the shore, 
and bells and birds crossed their music in the wind: a 
painful yearning seized him, as he looked along the track 
of his father ; and, ah ! toward the warmer Spain, full of 
voluptuous spring-times, full of soft orange-nights, full of 
the scattered limbs of dismembered giant mountain-ridges, 

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heaped around in wild grandeur, — thither how gladly 
would he have flown through the lovely sky ! At length, 
joy and dreaming and parting were all melted into that 
nameless melancholy, in which the excess of delight 
clothes the pain of limitation, — because, indeed, it is 
easier to overßow than to fill our hearts. 

All at once Albano was touched and smitten, — as if the 
Divinity of Love had sent an earthquake into his inner 
temple, to consecrate him for her approaching apparition, 
— as he read on a young Indian-tree near him the little sign 
bearing its name, — the " Liana." He gazed upon it ten- 
derly, and said again and again, " Dear Liana ! " He would 
fain have broken off a twig for himself ; but when he re- 
flected, that if he did water would run out of it, he said, 
" No, Liana, I will not cause thee to weep ! " and so for- 
bore, because in his memory the plant stood in some sort 
of relationship to an unknown dear being. With inex- 
pressible longings to be away, he now looked toward the 
temple-gates of Germany, — the Alps. The snow-white 
angel of his dream seemed to veil herself deep in a 
spring-cloud, and to glide along in it speechless, — and it 
was to him as if he heard from afar harmonica-tones. 
He drew forth, just for the sake of having something 
German, a letter-case, whereon his foster-sister Rabette 
had embroidered the words, " Gedenke unserer " (Think 
of us) : he felt himself alone, and was now glad to see his 
friends, who were gayly rowing back from Isola Madre. 

Ah, Albano, what a morning would this have been for 
a spirit like thine ten years later, when the compact bud 
of young vigor had unfolded its leaves more widely and 
tenderly and freely! To a soul like thine would have 
arisen at such a period, when the present was pale before 
it, two worlds at once, — the two rings around the Saturn 



of time, — that of the past and that of the future : then 
wouldst thou not merely have glanced over a short inter- 
val of race-ground to the pure, white goal, but turned 
thyself round, and surveyed the long, winding track al- 
ready run. Thou wouldst have reckoned up the thousand 
mistakes of the will, the missteps of the soul, and the 
irreparable waste of heart and brain. Couldst thou then 
have looked upon the ground without asking thyself : " Ah, 
have the thousand and four earthquakes * which have 
passed through me, as through the land behind me, en- 
riched me as these have enriched the soil ? O, since all ex- 
periences are so dear, — since they cost us either our days, 
or our energies, or our illusions, — O why must man every 
morning, in the presence of Nature, who profits by every 
dew-drop that stands in a flower-cup, blush with such a 
sense of impoverishment over the thousand vainly dried 
tears which he has already shed and caused ! From 
springs this almighty mother draws summers ; from win- 
ters, springs ; from volcanoes, woods and mountains ; from 
hell, a heaven ; from this, a greater, — and we, foolish chil- 
dren, know not how from a given past to prepare for our- 
selves a future, which shall satisfy us ! We peck, like the 
Alpine daw, at everything shiny, and carry the red-hot 
coals aside as if they were gold-pieces, and set houses on 
fire with them. Ah! more than one great and glorious 
world goes down in the heart, and leaves nothing behind ; 
and it is precisely the stream of the higher geniuses which 
flies to spray and fertilizes nothing, even as high water- 
falls break and flutter in thin mist over the earth." 

Albano welcomed his friends with atoning tenderness ; 
but the youth became, as the day waxed, as dull and 

* In Calabria (1785) a thousand and four earthquakes happened in 
the space of three fourths of a year. — Munter' s Travels, #c. 


heavy-hearted as one who has stripped his chamber at the 
inn, settled his bill, and has only a few moments left to 
walk up and down in the bare, rough stubble-field, before 
the horses are brought. Like falling bodies, resolutions 
moved in his impetuous soul with increasing velocity and 
force every new second : with outward mildness, but in 
ward vehemence, he begged his friends to start with him 
this very day. And so in the afternoon he went away 
with them from the still island of his childhood, speedily 
to enter, through the chestnut avenues of Milan, on a new 
theatre of his life, and to come upon the trap-door, which 
opens down into the subterranean passage of so many 



BEFORE I dedicated Titan to the Privy-Legation's- 
Counsellor and Feudal Provost of Flachsenfingen, 
Mr. Von Hafenreffer, I first requested permission from 
him in the following terms : — 

" Since you have assisted far more in this history than 
the Russian Court did in Voltaire's Genesis-History of 
Peter the Great, you cannot confer any handsomer favor 
upon a heart longing to thank you, than the permission to 
offer and dedicate to you, as to a Jew's God, what you 
have created." 

But he wrote me back on the spot : — 
" For the same reason, you might still better, in imita- 
tion of Sonnenfels, dedicate the work to yourself, and, in a 
more just sense than others, combine in one person author 



and patron. I beg you then (were it only on Mr. Von **'s 
and Mrs. Yon **'s account) to leave me out of the play, 
and confine yourself to the most indispensable notices, 
which you may be pleased to give the public, of the very 
mechanical interest which I have in your beautiful work ; 
but for the gods' sake, hie haec hoc hujus huic hunc hanc 
hoc hoc hac hoc. 

" Yon Hafenreffer." 

The Latin line is a cipher, and shall remain dark to 
the public. What the same public has to demand in the 
way of Introductory Programme consists of four explana- 
tions of title, and one of fact. 

The first nominal explanation, which relates to the Ju- 
bilee Period, I get from the founder of the Period, the 
Rector Franke, who explains it to be an Era or space of 
time, invented by him, of one hundred and fifty-two 
Cycles, each of which contains in itself its good forty- 
nine tropical Lunar-Solar years. The word Jubilee is 
prefixed by the Rector for this reason, that in every sev- 
enth year a lesser, and in every seven times seventh, or 
forty-ninth, a greater, Jubilee-, Intercalary-, Indulgence-, 
Sabbath-, or Trumpet-year occurred, in which one lived 
without debts, without sowing and laboring, and without 
slavery. I make a sufficiently happy application, as it 
seems to me, of this title, Jubilee, to my historical chapters, 
which conduct the business-man and the business-woman 
round and round in an easy cycle or circle full of free Sab- 
bath-, Indulgence-, Trumpet-, and Jubilee-hours, in which 
both have neither to sow nor to pay, but only to reap and 
to rest ; for I am the only one who, like the bowed and 
crooked-up drudge of a ploughman, stand at my writing- 
table, and see sowing-machines, and debts of honor, and 
manacles, before and on me. The seven thousand four 


hundred and forty-eight tropieal Lunar-Solar years which 
one of Frauke's Jubilee periods includes are also found 
with me, but only dramatically, because in every chapter 
just that number of ideas — and ideas are, indeed, the 
long and cubic measure of time — will be presented by 
me to the reader, till the short time has become as long 
to him as the chapter required. 

A Cycle, which is the subject of my second nominal 
definition, needs by this time no definition at all. 

The third nominal definition has to describe the obli- 
gato-leaves, which I edit in loose sheets in every Jubilee 
period. The obligato-leaves admit absolutely none but 
pure contemporaneous facts, less immediately connected 
with my hero, concerning persons, however, the more im- 
mediately connected with him ; in the obligato-leaves, 
moreover, not the smallest satirical extravasate of digres- 
sion, no, not of the size of a blister, is perceptible ; but 
the happy reader journeys on with his dear ones, free 
and wide awake, right through the ample court-residence 
and riding-ground and landscape of a whole, long vol- 
ume, amidst purely historical figures, surrounded on all 
sides by busy mining-companies and Jews'-congregations, 
advancing columns on the march, mounted hordes, and 
companies of strolling players, — and his eye cannot be 
satisfied with seeing. 

But when the Tome is ended, then begins — this is 
the last nominal definition — a small one, in which I give 
just what I choose (only no narrative), and in which I 
flit to and fro so joyously, with my long bee's-sting, from 
one blossom-nectary and honey-cell to another, that I 
name the little sub-volume, made up as it is merely for 
the private gratification of my own extravagance, very 
fitly my honey-moons, because I make less honey therein 


than I eat, busily employed, not as a working-bee to 
supply the hive, but as a bee-master to take up the comb. 
Until now I had surely supposed that every reader would 
readily distinguish the transits of my satirical trailing- 
comets from the undisturbed march of my historical 
planetary system, and I had asked myself : " Is it, in a 
monthly journal, any sacrifice of historical unity to break 
off one essay, and follow it up with a new one ; and have 
the readers complained at all, if e. g. in the annual sets 
of the ' Horen,' Cellini's history, as is sometimes the case, 
breaks off abruptly, and a wholly different paper is foisted 
in ? " But what actually happened ? 

As in the year 1795 a medical society in Brussels 
made the contrat-social among themselves, that every 
one should pay a fine of a crown, who, during a meeting, 
should give utterance to any other sound than a medical 
one ; so, as is well known, has a similar edict, under date 
of July 9th, been issued to all biographers, that we shall 
always stick to the subject-matter, — which is the history, 

— because otherwise people will begin to talk with us. 
The intention of the mandate is this, that when a biog- 
rapher, in a Universal History of the World, of twenty 
volumes, or even a longer one, — as in this, for instance, 

— thinks or laughs once or twice, i. e. digresses, the 
culprit shall stand out in the critical pillory as his own 
Pasquino and Marforio, — which sentence has been al- 
ready executed on me more than once. 

Now, however, I put an entirely new face upon mat- 
ters, inasmuch as, in the first place, I draw a marked 
line in this work between history and digression, a 
few cases of dispensation excepted ; secondly, inasmuch 
as the liberties which I had taken in my former works 
are in the present reduced to a prescriptive right and 



confirmed into a servitude, the reader surrenders at 
once when he knows, that, after a volume full of Jubilee- 
periods, one is to follow which is entirely full of nothing 
but honey-months. I take shame to myself, when I re- 
member how I once, in former works, stood with the 
beggar's staff before the reader, and begged for the privi- 
lege of digression, when I might, after all, — as I do here, 

— have extorted the loan, as one has to demand of 
women, as a matter of course, not only the tribute as 
alms, but also the don gratuit as quarterly assessment. 
So does not merely the cultivated Regent at the Diet, 
but even the rude Arab, who extorts from the traveller, 
besides the cash, a deed of gift for the same. 

I come now to the Privy-Legation's-Counsellor, Von 
Hafenreffer, who is the subject of my promised expose 
of fact. 

It must have been formerly learned from the 45 th 
Dog-Post-Day, who governs Flachsenfingen, namely, my 
revered father. This striking promotion of mine was, 
at the bottom, more a step than a spring ; for I was, pre- 
viously, no less than a Jurist, consequently the germ or 
bud of an embryo Doctor utriusque, and consequently a 
nobleman, since in the Doctor the whole spawn and yolk 
of the Knight lies ; therefore the former, as well as the 
latter, when anything chances by, lives upon his saddle 
or stirrup, although less in a robber's castle than in a 
robber's chamber; I have, therefore, since the prefer- 
ment, changed less myself than my castle of residence ; 

— the paternal seat in Flachsenfingen is at present my 

I care not now to eat my sugar-cake at court with sin, 

— although one earns sugar-cake and manna more com- 
fortably than ship-bread, — but I represent, in order to 


make a profit upon my adventure, the whole Flachsen- 
fingen Department of Foreign Affairs at home here in 
the castle, together with the requisite deciphering chan- 
cery. This, then, is what we shall do : we have a Pro- 
curator in Vienna, two Residents in five Imperial 
cities, a Secretary of the Comitia in Ratisbon under 
the Cross-Bench,* three Chancery-clerks of the circle, 
and an Envoye-Plenipotentiary at a well-known and 
considerable court not far from Hohenfliess, who is no 
other than the aforementioned Mr. Feudal Provost Von 
Hafenreffer. To the latter my father has even advanced 
a complete silver-service, which we lend him, till he 
shall have received his recall, because it is for our own 
interest that a Flachsenfingen ambassador should, while 
abroad, do extraordinary honor, by his extravagance, to 
the princely hat or coronet of Flachsenfingen. 

Now it is no joke to stand on such a post as this of 
mine ; the whole legation-writing-and-reading company 
write to me under frank, the chiffre banal and the 
chiffre deckiffrant are in my hands, and I understand, 
as it seems to me, the whole mess. It is unutterable, all 
that I thus learn : it could not be read by men nor 
drawn by horses, if I were disposed to hatch, biographi- 
cally, and feed and reel off the whole silk-worm seed of 
novels, which the corps of ambassadors send me every 
post-day in closely-sealed packages. Yes (to use an- 
other metaphor), the biographical timber which my float- 
inspection launches for me from up above, — now into the 
Elbe, now into the Saale, now into the Danube, — stands 
already so high before me in the ship-yard, that I could 
not use it up, supposing I drove on the aesthetical build- 
ing of my biographical fools'-ships, masquerade-balls, and 

* Querbank, — Bench for Protestant Bishops in the Germanic Diet. 

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enchanted castles, day and night, year out and year in, 
and never danced, nor rode, nor spoke, nor sneezed again 
in my life. . . . 

Verily, whenever (as I often do) I weigh my ovary 
as an author against many another spawn, I ask out- 
right, with a certain chagrin, why a man should come to 
bear so great a one, who cannot give it forth from him- 
self for want of time and place, while another hardly 
lays and hatches a wind-egg. If I could despatch a 
picket from my legation-division to knightly book-makers 
with its official reports, would they not gladly exchange 
ruins for castles, and subterranean cloister-passages for 
corridors, and spirits for bodies ? whereas, now, for want 
of the official reports of a picket, w T enches must represent 
women of the world, veimers * ministers of justice, as 
well as jesters pages, castle-chaplains court-preachers, and 
robber-barons the Pointeurs. f 

I come back to my ambassador, Von Hafenreffer. At 
the above-mentioned distinguished court sits this excellent 
gentleman, and supplies me — no offence to his coadju- 
tors — from month to month with as many personalities 
of my Hohenfiiess hero as he can, by means of his lega- 
tion-soothsayers or clairvoyants, ferret out ; — the small- 
est trifles are with him weighty enough for a despatch. 
Certainly a quite different way of thinking from that of 
other ambassadors, who in their reports make room only 
for events which afterwards are to make their entrance 
into the Universal History! Hafenreffer has in every 
cul de sac, servant's chamber and attic, in every chimney 
and tavern, his opera-glass of a spy, who often, in order 
to discover one of my hero's virtues, takes upon himself 
ten sins. Of course, with such a hand-and-horse service 

* Ferner, — old Westphalian judges. f Tellers in faro-banks. 


of good luck, no one of us can wonder, — that is, I mean, 
with such a cistern-wheel turned for me by Fortune her- 
self, — with such thieves' thumbs affixed to my own writ- 
ing-fingers, — with such silhouetteurs of a hero, who 
make everything except color, — in short, with such an 
extraordinary concatenation of circumstances, or Mont- 
golfiers,* — it cannot of course be anything but just what is 
expected, if the man who is lifted by them should, on his 
mountain height up there, bring together and afterward 
send down a work which will be freely translated after the 
last day (for it deserves as much) on the Sun, on Uranus 
and Sirius, and for which even the lucky quill-scraper 
who nibbed the pens for it, and the compositor who prints 
the errata, will take more airs upon themselves than the 
author himself, and upon which neither the swift scythe 
nor the tardy tooth of time, — especially since the latter 
can, if requisite, be cut in two by the tooth-saw of the 
critical file, — shall be able to make any impression. 
And when to such eminent advantages the author adds 
that of humility, then there is no longer any one to be 
compared with him ; but unhappily every nature holds it- 
self, — as Dr. Crusius does the world, — not for the best, 
indeed, but still as very good. 

The present Titan enjoys, besides, the further advantage 
that I at this moment inhabit and grace the paternal court, 
and accordingly, as draughtsman, have certain sins near 
and bright before my eyes in a position most favorable for 
observation, of which at least Vanity, Libertinism, and 
Idleness will stay and sit for their likeness ; for fate has 
sowed these mushrooms and mosses as high as possible 
among the upper classes, because in the lower and broad- 
er they would have spread too much, and sucked them 

* The inventor of the balloon. — Tr. 


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dry, — which seems to be the pattern of that same fore- 
sight by which ships always have their assafoetida which 
they bring from Persia hanging overhead on the mast, in 
order that its stench may not contaminate the freight on 
deck. Moreover, I have up here in the court all the 
new fashions already around me for my observation and 
contempt, before they have been, down below there, only 
traduced, not to say commended, — e. g. the fine fashion of 
the Parisians, that women shall by a slight tuck in their 
dress show their calves, which they do in Paris, in order 
to let it be seen that they are not gentlemen, who, as is 
well known, walk on wooden legs, — this fashion will to- 
morrow or day after to-morrow (for it has arrived on an 
individual lady) be certainly introduced. But the females 
of Flachsenfingen imitate this fashion on quite another 
ground, — for gentlemen among us have no defect, — and 
that is, as a way of proving that they are human beings, 
and not apes (to say nothing less), since, according to 
Camper and others, man alone has calves. The same 
proof was adduced ten years ago, only on higher grounds. 
For since, according to Haller, man is distinguished from 
monkey in no other respect than by the possession of a 
posterior, the female officers of the crown, the dressing- 
maids, sought as much as possible to magnify in the per- 
sons of their mistresses this characteristic of their sex by 
art, — by the so-called cut de Paris; and, with such a 
penultimate of the ultimate, it became then a jest and an 
amusement to distinguish at a distance of two hundred 
paces a woman of the world from her female ape, — a 
thing which now many who know their BufFon by heart 
will venture to do, when they are no nearer to her than 
too near. 

Similar biographical Denunciantes and Familiars I 



maintain in several of the German cities ; — my honored 
father pays for them ; — in most places one, but in Leipsic 
two, in Dresden three, in Berlin six, in Vienna as many 
in every quarter of the city. Machines of such a nature, 
so much like perspective-glasses, whereby one can survey 
from his bed all that is going on in the street below, of 
course make it easy for an author, from behind his ink- 
stand, to see clear down into dark household operations 
going on in some by-lane, hidden among buildings twenty 
miles distant. Therefore, the singular case may happen 
to me every week, that a staid, quiet man, whom nobody 
knows but his barber, and whose course of life is like a 
dark, unfrequented cul de sac, but whom one of my en- 
voys and spies secretly follows, with a biographical con- 
cave mirror, which casts an image of the man, waistcoat, 
breeches, walk, and all, into my study, situated at a dis- 
tance of thirty miles, — the case may occur to me, I say, 
that such a secluded man shall accidentally step up to the 
counter of the bookseller, and in my work, which lies 
there smoking hot from the oven, shall find himself, with 
all his hair, buttons, buckles, and warts, as clearly pic- 
tured out on the three hundred and seventy-first page, as 
the impressions of Indian plants which are found on 
rocks in France. That, however, is no matter. 

People, on the other hand, who live at the same place 
with me, as the people of Hof formerly did, come off 
well ; for I keep no ambassadors near me. 

But this very advantage of getting my anecdotes, not 
out of my head, but from despatches, obliges me to take 
more pains in putting them into cipher, than others would 
have in dressing them up or thinking them out. No less 
a miracle than that which bars up and hides the masonic 
mystery, and the invisible church, and the invisible lodge, 



has seemed thus far to avert the discovery of the true 
names of my histories, and, indeed, with such success, that 
of all the manuscripts which have hitherto been de- 
spatched to the publishers, filled with conjectures on the 
subject, not one has smelt the mouse, — and truly fortu- 
nate for the world ; for so soon, e. g., as one person shall 
have nosed out the names of the first volumes of Titan, 
disguised as they have been in the best hieroglyphic 
chancery offices, that moment I upset my inkstand, and 
publish no more. 

Nothing is to be inferred from the names which I use, 
for I press into the service God-parents for my heroes in 
the most singular ways. Have I not, e. g., often of an 
evening, during the marching and countermarching of the 
German armies, who made their crusades to the holy sep- 
ulchre of freedom, gone up and down through the lanes 
of the camp, with my writing-tablets in my hands, and 
caught and uttered the names of the privates, — which, 
just before bedtime, were called out aloud, like the names 
of saints, — just as they fell, in order to distribute them 
again among my biographical people ? And has not merit 
been promoted thereby, and many a common soldier risen 
to be a nobleman fit for table and tournament, and have 
not provost-marshals been raised to ministers of justice, 
and red-cloaks to patribus purpuratis ? And did ever a 
cock crow in all the army after this corps of observation 
slinking round mobilized on two legs ? 

For authors who wish at the same time to narrate and 
disguise true anecdotes, I am, perhaps, on the whole, a 
model and file-leader. I have studied and imitated longer 
than other historical inquirers those little innocent stretch- 
ing and wrenching processes which can make a history 
unrecognizable to the very hero of the same, and I fancy 



I know how one is to make good biographies of princes, 
protocols of high traitors, legends of saints, and auto- 
biographies ; no stronger touches decide the matter than 
those slight ones, by which Peter of Cortona (or Bere- 
tino) in the presence of Ferdinand of Tuscany trans- 
formed a weeping child into a laughing one, and the re- 

Voltaire demands more than once, as he always does, 
— for he gave mankind, like an army, every order of 
march three times, and repeated himself and everything 
else most indefatigably, — that the historian shall arrange 
his history after the law-table of the drama, to a dra- 
matic focal point. It is, however, one of the first dra- 
matic rules which Lessing, Aristotle, and the Greek 
models giye us, that the dramatic poet must lend to every 
historical circumstance which he treats all that is favor- 
able to the poetic illusion, as well as keep clear of every- 
thing opposite, and that he must never sacrifice beauty 
to truth, but the reverse. Voltaire gave, as is well 
known, not only the easy rule, but the hard model also ; 
and this great theatre poet of the world's theatre, in his 
benefit dramas of Peter and Charles, never stuck to the 
truth where he was sure he could attain sooner to illu- 
sion. And that is properly the genuine romantic history 
corresponding to the historical romance. It is not for 
me, but for others, — namely, the Provost and the Secre- 
taries of Legation, — to decide how far I have treated a 
true history illusorily. It is a misfortune that the true 
history of my hero can hardly ever see the light ; other- 
wise the justice might be done me that connoisseurs 
would confront my poetical deviations with the truth, 
and thereafter give each of us more easily his own, as 
well the truth as myself. But this reward is what all 



royal historiographers and scandalous chroniclers must 
resign nolens volens, because the true history never ap- 
pears in conjunction with their works. 

But in the composition of a history an author must 
also keep a sharp look-out upon this point, that it shall 
not only hit and betray no real persons, but also no false 
ones, and in fact nobody at all. Before I, e. g., choose 
a name for a bad prince, I must look through the genea- 
logical index of all governing and governed families, in 
order not to use a name which some person or other al- 
ready bears ; thus, in Otaheite, even the words which 
sound like the name of the king are abolished after his 
coronation, and supplied by others. Now, as I was for- 
merly acquainted with no living courts at all, I was not 
in a situation, when preparing the battle-pieces and night- 
pieces which I painted of the Cabals, the Egoism, and 
the Libertinism of biographical courts, to succeed in skil- 
fully avoiding every resemblance to real ones ; yes, for 
such an idiot as I, it was a miserable help, even, to be 
often laying Machiavelli open before me, in order, with 
the assistance of the French history, by painting from the 
two, to turn off the edge of the application at least upon 
countries in which no Frenchman or Italian ever had the 
influence that is generally attributed to both of them 
upon other Germans ; just as Herder, in opposition to 
those naturalists who derive certain misshapen tribes of 
men from a half-parentage of apes, makes the very good 
remark that most of the resemblances to apes — the re- 
treating skull of the Calmucks, the prominent ears of the 
Pevas, the slender hands in Carolina — appear just in 
those countries where there are no apes at all. For- 
merly, then, as was said, striking unlikenesses I could 
not succeed in hitting ; now, on the contrary, every court 


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around which my legation-flotilla coasts is well known 
to me, and therefore secure from accidental resemblances, 
particularly every one which I describe, — that of Flach- 
senfingen, that of Hohenfliess, &c. The theatrical mask 
which I have on in my works is not the mask of the 
Greek comedian, which was embossed after the face of 
the individual satirized,* but the mask of Nero, which, 
when he acted a goddess on the stage, looked like his 
mistress,! and when he acted a god, like himself. 

Enough ! This digressive introductory programme has 
been somewhat long, but the Jubilee-period was so, too : 
the longer the St. John's day of a country, the longer its 
St. Thomas's night. And now let us dance along to- 
gether into the book, — into this free ball of the world, 
— I first as leader in the dance, and then the readers 
as hop-dancers after me ; so that, amidst the sounding 
baptismal and funeral bells in the Chinese house of 
this world-building, — welcomed by the singing-school 
of the muses, — serenaded from on high by the guitar 
of Phoebus, — we may dance gayly from Tome to Tome, 
from Cycle to Cycle, from one digression to another, 
from one dash to another, — till either the work comes 
to an end, or the workman, or everybody ! 

* Reflexions Critiques sur la Poesie, etc. de Dubois, Tom. I. Sect. 42. 
t Sueton. Nero. 


The two Biographical Courts. — The Herdsman's Hut. — The 
Flylng. — The Sale of Hair. — The dangerous Bird-pole. 

— A Storm locked up in a Coach. — Low Mountain-Music. 

— The loving Child. — Mr. Von Falterle from Vienna. — 
The Torture-Soupe. — The Shattered Heart. — Werther 
without Beard, but with a Shot. — The Keconciliation. 

10. CYCLE. 

N the bloom of youthful powers, and the bright- 
ness of youthful prospects, the Count, between 
his two companions, flew back through the 
full, glowing Milan, where the ear and the 
cluster and the olive often ripen together on the same 
clod of earth. The very name of Milan (Mayland) 
opened to him a whole spring, because, like myself, in all 
things which belong to May — in May-flowers,- May-chaf- 
ers, even May butter — he found, when a child, as much 
enchantment as in childhood itself. Add to this, that he 
was on horseback ; the saddle was with him a princely 
seat of the blest, while a saddle-room was a Ratisbon 
bench of counts, and every nag his Pegasus. While on 
the island, and during that mental and bodily exhaustion 
in which the soul loves better to frequent clare-obscure 
and pastoral worlds, than hot, dusty military- and fencing- 
schools, all anticipation of the coming riddles and con- 
flicts of his life had been repulsive to him; but now, with 



his heart full of the glow of travel and the blood of 
spring, he stretched out his young arms no less for a foe 
than for a female friend, as if thirsting for a double con- 

The farther the island receded, so much the more did 
the magic-smoke around the nocturnal apparition sink to 
the ground, and leave behind in full view merely an in- 
explicable juggler. Now for the first time he revealed 
the ghost-story to his companions. Schoppe and Augusti 
shook their heads thoughtfully, but each thought of some- 
thing different; — the Librarian sought & physical solution 
of the acoustic and optical illusion ; the Lector sought a 
political one : he could not at all comprehend what the 
stage-manager of this grave-digger's scene specially meant 
by it all. 

This one comfort the Librarian held to, that Alban on 
his birthday was directed to pay a visit to the heart with- 
out a breast, which visit he could just forego, and so make 
the seer out to be a my ops and a liar. " Would to Heav- 
en," said he, " an Ezekiel would just prophesy to me that 
I should bring him to the gallows ! I would not do it for 
any money, but I would, without mercy, make it fatal, not 
to his neck, but to his credit and his brains." To his in- 
credulous father, also, Albano wrote, during the journey, 
not without a blush, the incredible history ; for he had too 
few years over his head, and too much energy and daring, 
to love reserve in himself or others. Only weak, cater- 
pillar- and hedgehog-like souls curl and crumple up into 
themselves at every touch: under the free brain beats 
gladly a free heart. 

At last, when sunny mountains and shady forests 
enough, like days and nights that have been lived through, 
had been left behind them, they approached the goal of 



their long riding-ground, full of countries, and now the 
Principality of Hohenfliess lay only one principality dis- 
tant from them. This second principality, which was 
next-door neighbor to the first, and which by breaking 
through the walls might easily have been merged with 
it into one common political structure, was called, as is 
known to geographical readers, Haarhaar. The Lector 
told the Librarian, as they approached the armorial and 
boundary stones, that the two courts looked upon each 
other almost as deadly foes; not so much because they 
were diplomatic relatives — although it is true that, 
among princes, uncle, cousin, brother, signify no more 
than brother-in-law applied to postilions, or father and 
mother to the old folks among the Brandenbur£hers — 
as because they were really relatives, and each other's 
heirs. It would cost me too much room, if I were dis- 
posed to set before the reader the family-trees of the two 
courts, — which were their Upas-trees and Dragon-trees, 
— with all their heraldic leaves, water-shoots, and lichens ; 
the result must content him, namely, that Hohenfliess, land 
and people, would fall to the principality of Haarhaar, in 
case the hereditary prince, Luigi, the last hollow shoot 
and sapling of the male stock of Hohenfliess, were to 
wither away. What hordes of Venetian Lion-heads 
Haarhaar pours into the land of future inheritance, who m 
are to devour nothing there but learned advertisements 
and placards, and what knavish bands of political me- 
chanics it colonizes there, as in a sort of Botany Bay, 
cannot be told for want of time. And yet Haarhaar 
again, on the other hand, is so generous as to desire noth- 
ing more heartily than to see the financial estate of Ho- 
henfliess — its business, agriculture, silk manufactures, and 
breed of horses — in the highest bloom, and to hate and 



curse in the highest degree all public extravagance, that 
enervation of the great intercostal-nerve (money), as the 
mightiest canonical impediment to population. " The Re- 
gent," says the truly philanthropic Prince of Haarhaar, " is 
the chief shepherd, not the butcher, of the state : not even 
the wool-shears should he take into his hands so often as 
the shepherd's-flute ; not of the energies and matrimonial 
prospects of others is our cousin (Luigi) master, but of 
his own, these he must ruin ! " 

As they rode into the territory of Hohenfliess, they 
might have made an excursion to Blumenbühl,* which 
lies aside from Pestitz, and taken a look, as it were, at the 
nursery of Albano (Isola Bella being his cradle), had not 
the latter felt a burning hunger and thirst for the city, 
and a dread like hydrophobia of a second leave-taking, 
which besides only confuses the clear echo of the first. 
His journey, the conversation of his father, the pictures 
of the conjurer, the nearness of the academy, had so ruf- 
fled up our bird roc's wing-feathers, which at his age are 
always too long as the steering tail-feathers are too short, 
that they would only have been sprained in the confine- 
ment of Blumenbühl. By Heavens ! he longed to be 
something in the state or the world ; for he felt a deadly 
disgust towards that narcotic waste of high life through 
whose poppy-garden of pleasure men stagger about, sleepy 
and drunken, till they fall down in a twofold lame- 

It may not have been remembered by the readers of 
the first Jubilee, because it was in a note, that Albano had 
never yet been permitted to go to Pestitz, and on very 
good grounds indeed, which are known, however, to the. 

* I have already said that he was brought up there, under th& Pro- 
vincial Director, Von Wehrfritz. 




Knight only, but not to me. This long closing of the 
city-gates against him only made him the more eager to 
enter them. And now they stood with their horses upon 
a broad eminence, whence they saw the church-towers 
of Pestitz before them in the west, and, if they turned 
round, the tower of Blumen bühl below them to the 
east ; from the one and from the other came floating to 
them a noonday hum : Albano heard his future and his 
past sounding together. He looked down into the vil- 
lage, and up at a neat little red house on a neighboring 
mountain, which gleamed after him, like a bright pic- 
tured urn of long-extinguished days. He sighed ; he 
looked over the far building-ground of his future life, and 
now with loosened rein dashed onward toward the towers 
of the Linden-city, as towards the palms of his race- 

But the neat little house played its antics before him 
like a red shadow. For, ah ! had he not once in that 
herdsman's hut spent a dreamy day, full of adventures, 
and that, too, in the very season of childhood, when the 
soul, on the rainbow-bridge of fancy, glides along, dry- 
shod, over the walls and ditches of this lower earth? 
We will now go back with him into this lovely day, this 
childhood's eve of life's festival, and become acquainted 
with those earlier hours, which sent back to him so 
sweetly from this herdsman's hut the Ranz des Vaches 
of youth. 


IT was, then, on a magnificent St. James's day — and 
likewise on the birthday of the Provincial Director, 
Wehrfritz, who, however, had not received the title yet 
— that this same director — that was to be — had his 


chariot trundled out in the morning to ride to Pestitz, 
and see the minister, and, as Factor of the Province, 
convert the flail of the state, by way of experiment, 
into a drill-plough. He was a brisk, bustling man, to 
whom a day of furlough was longer than a day of drill 
to others, and to whom nothing made time pass heavily 
but pastime. " In the evening, however," he said to him- 
self, " I '1L make a good day of it, for it happens to be 
my birthday." His birthday present was to consist in 
making one ; he proposed, namely, to bring home little 
Albano an Oesterlein's harpsichord out of his own purse, 

— little as there was in it, — and a music-master, into the 
bargain, at the desire of Don Gaspard. 

But why not, at the outset, explain all this in the clear- 
est manner to the reader ? 

Don Gaspard, then, in revising a scheme of education 
for Albano, had chosen that more attention should be 
paid to his bodily health than to mental superfetation ; 
he thought the tree of knowledge should be grafted with 
the tree of life. Ah ! whoever sacrifices health to wis- 
dom has generally sacrificed wisdom too, and only inborn 
not acquired sickliness is profitable to head and heart. 
Accordingly, Albano had not to lug along, bending un- 
der the weight, the many-volumed encyclopaedia of all 
sciences in his book-straps, but merely grammars. That 
is to say, the rector of the place, — named Wehmeier, 
better known by the title of Band-box-master, — after 
schooling the village youth for the usual number of hours, 
was accustomed to seek his fairest Struve's spare hours, 
his Oda and Nodes Hagiance, in teaching Albano, and 
driving into the mill-wheel axle of the everlastingly ac- 
tive boy — impelled by internal streams — alphabetic pins, 

— so as to make it the barrel of a speech-organ. * Of 



course, however, Zesara soon wished to move something 
heavier than the key-board of languages ; thus, for ex- 
ample, the language-organ barrel became, in a proper 
sense, the barrel of a hand-organ. For whole hours, 
without any special knowledge of counterpoint, would he 
practise on the parish organ (he knew neither note nor 
key, and stood hard, all through the piece, on the thun- 
dering pedal), trying his hand at the most hprrible dis- 
cords, before which the Enharmonics of all Piccinists 
must be struck dumb, only to bury himself so much the 
longer and deeper in the accidental prize of a chord. 
So, also, did his soul, full of sap, work off its energy in 
leaf-buds, as it were, and shoots and runners, by making 
pictures, clay statuary, sun-dials, and designs of all sorts, 
and even in the juristical rookery of his foster-father, for 
example, in Fabri's State Chancery, it sent its thirsty 
roots around and out over the dry leaves, as weeds often 
do in vegetable gardens. O, how he pined for lessons 
and teachers vaguely dreamed of (just as in childhood 
he had aspired from octavos to quartos, from quarto to 
folio, from folio even to a book as large as the world), 
which would be the world itself ! But so much the bet- 
ter ! only hunger digests, only love impregnates ; the sigh 
of longing alone is the animating aura seminalis to the 
Orpheus egg of knowledge. This you do not consider, 
you flying teachers, who give children the draught ear- 
lier than the thirst ; you who, like some florists, insert 
into the split stock of the flowers ready-made lack-dyes, 
and put foreign musk into their cups, instead of simply 
giving them morning sun and flower-soil, — and who 
grant young souls no quiet hours, but bustle round them 
during the dusting period of their blooming vine, against 
all the rules of the vine-dressers, with your hoeing and 


your dunging and your clipping. 0, can you ever, when 
you thus prematurely force them, with their unripe or- 
gans, into the great realm of truths and beauties, just as 
we all, alas ! with our dark senses, creep into lovely Na- 
ture, and blunt ourselves to the perception of her beauty, 
— can you ever, in any way, make good to them the 
great year which they would have lived to see, had they, 
growing up like the new-created Adam, been able to 
turn round with their open, thirsty senses, in the glorious 
universe of spirits ? Hence it is that your Sieves so 
nearly resemble the footpaths, which in spring grow 
green first of all, but at a later period wind along yellow 
and hard-trodden through the blooming meadows. 

Wehrfritz, as he stood on the carriage-steps and turned 
his face towards him, repeated his charge to have an 
oversight of the young Count, and made the mark 
[" with care "] with which merchants commend valuable 
boxes of goods to the post, strong and thick upon him : 
he loved the fiery child as his own (he had only one, and 
that not a son) ; the Knight had confidence in him, and, 
to justify it, since the point of honor was the centre of 
gravity and pole of all his motions, he would, without 
hesitation, if the boy, for instance, should break his head, 
cut his own off ; and finally Albano must stand a remark- 
ably good examination at evening before the new teacher 
from the city. 

Albina von Wehrfritz, the spouse, promised everything 
in the name of all that was sacred ; she might have com- 
pared herself to the Evangelists Mark and John, because 
her impetuous husband quite often represented the crea- 
tures who are pictured as the companions of the two 
saints, those king-beasts, the lion and the eagle, just as 
many another wife, in reference to her companion, may 



be compared with Luke, and mine with Matthew.* Be- 
sides, she had bespoken for the evening a little family- 
feast, full of sportive, party-colored ephemerons of joy, 
and by great good luck already, some days before, the 
diploma had come in which installed our Wehrfritz as 
Provincial Director, and which had been laid up against 
this day as a birthday christening present. 

But hardly had Wehrfritz got beyond the castle gar- 
den when Albano stepped forth with his project, and an- 
nounced his intention of sitting out the whole holiday up 
there in the solitary little shooting-house ; for he loved to 
play alone, and an elderly guest was pleasanter to him 
than a boy to play w r ith. Women are like Father Lodoli, 
who (according to Lambert's day*-book) shunned nothing 
so much as the little word, Yes ; at least, they do not say 
it till after, No. The foster-mother (I will, however, in 
future, cut off from her and from the foster-sister, Rabette, 
that annoying foster) said, without thinking, No, although 
she knew that she had never yet carried one through 
against the stubborn little fellow. Then she borrowed 
very good dehor tations from the will and pleasure of the 
Provincial Director, and bade him consider, — then the 
red-cheeked, good-natured Rabette took her brother's 
part, and pleaded for him, without knowing why, — then 
Albina protested at least he should not expect his dinner 
to be sent to him on the mountain, — then he marched 
out of the yard. ... So have I often stood by and 
watched how the female elbows and knuckles, during 
the stemming of a strong opposition, gradually, before 
my eyes, became gristle, and bent up. Only in the 
presence of Wehrfritz had Albina strength enough for a 
long No. 

* With this Evangelist, as is well known, an angel is associated. 



12. CYCLE. 

OUR hero had passed over from those childish years 
in which Hercules strangled the serpents, into the 
years of confirmation, when he warmed them under his 
waistcoat, to behead them again in later years. Exult- 
ingly did his new and old Adam — they flew side by 
side — flap their wings out there under a blue heaven 
which had absolutely no anchoring ground. What cared 
he for meal-time ? All children before and during a jour- 
ney carry no stomach under their wings, just as that of 
the butterfly shrinks up when his wings are spread. The 
oft-mentioned herdsman's-hut, or little shooting-house, was 
nothing less than a shooting-house with a sentry-box, for 
a pensioned soldier's wife, with a shooting-stand in the 
lower story and a summer-house chamber in the upper, 
wherein old Wehrfritz every summer meant to have a 
rural party and a bird shooting, but never had it, because 
the poor man dismasted and unrigged himself in his work- 
chamber as others do in their dining-room. For, although 
the state entices its servants like dogs for the tenth time, 
only to cudgel them off again for the eleventh, and al- 
though Wehrfritz every assize day forswore all state busi- 
ness and earnings, — because an honest man like him 
finds always in the body politic as much to restore as 
in the antique statues of which only the stone drapery 
remains, — nevertheless, he knew no softer couch and 
feather-bed to rest on, than a still higher bench of oars, 
and he was just now making every exertion to be Pro- 
vincial Director. 

The German courts will have their own thoughts on 
the subject when I offer them the following boyish idyl. 
My black-eyed shepherd stormed the herdsman's moun- 



tain fortification, and received from the soldier's wife the 
door-key to the white and green summer cabinet. By 
Heavens ! when all eastern and western window-shutters 
and windows were flung open, and the wind stole fluttering 
through the papers and cooling through the sweltry cham- 
ber, and when, outside, heaven and earth stood round 
about the windows and looked in beckoning, — when Al- 
bano beheld, under the window toward the east, the deep 
broad valley with the leaping, stony brook, on which all 
the glimmering disks of light which the sun, like a jewel, 
shot aslant, glided up the mountain side, — when at the 
western window he saw, behind hills and woods, the arc of 
the sky, the mountain of the Linden-city, that slept like a 
coiled-up giant on the earth, — when he placed himself 
at one window after another, and said, " How magnifi- 
cent ! " then his raptures in the chamber grew at last so 
exalted, that he must needs go forth, in order, out of 
doors, to exalt them still higher. 

The Goddess of Peace seemed to have here her church 
and her church seat. The active soldier's wife was plant- 
ing early peas in a little garden full of high bushes, and 
now and then threw up a clod of earth into the cherry- 
tree among the feathered fruit-thieves, and again fell to 
sprinkling indefatigably the new linen and the planted 
salad, and yet ran willingly from time to time to the little 
ten-year-old maiden, who, blind from the measles, sat 
knitting on the door-sill, and only when she dropped a 
stitch called on her mother as interposing goddess. Al- 
bano stationed himself on the outermost balcony of the 
lovely opening valley, and every fanning of the wind 
breathed into his heart the old childish longing, that he 
could only fly. Ah, what bliss thus to snatch himself 
away from the receding earthly footstool, and cast himself 


free and passive into the broad ether ! — and so plashing up 
and down in the cool, all-pervading air-bath, to fly at mid- 
day into the darkling cloud, and unseen to float beside the 
lark as she warbles below it, — or to sweep after the 
eagle, and in the flight to see cities only as sculptured 
assemblages of steps, and long streams only as gray, loose 
threads drawn between two or three countries, and mead- 
ows and hills shrunk up to little color-grains and colored 
shadows, and at length alight on the peak of a tower, and 
place himself over against the blazing evening sun, and 
then to soar upward when he had sunk, and look down 
once more into his eye still beaming on, bright and open, in 
the vault of night, and at last, when the earth-ball, whirl- 
ing over, hides his orb, to flutter, intoxicated with rapture, 
into the forest-conflagration of all the red clouds ! . . . 

Whence comes it that these bodily wings lift us like 
spiritual ones? Whence had Albano this irrepressible 
longing for heights, for the slater's weaver-shuttle, for 
mountain-peaks, for the balloon, — just as if these were 
helpers out of bed to the prisoners of this low earth- 
couch ? Ah, thou dear deluded one ! Thy soul, still cov- 
ered with its chrysalis shell, confounds as yet the horizon 
of the eye with the horizon of the heart, and outer ele- 
vation with inner, and soars through the physical heaven 
after the ideal one ! For the same power which in the 
presence of great thoughts lifts our head and our body 
and expands the chest, raises the body also even with the 
dark yearning after greatness, and the chrysalis swells 
with the beating wings of the Psyche ; yes, it must needs 
be, that by the same band wherewith the soul draws up 
the body the body also can lift up the soul. 

The least Albano could do was to fly on foot down the 
mountain, to wade along with the brook, which was running 



away into the pale-green birch thicket to cool itself. Of- 
ten before had his Robinsonading mania blown him to all 
points and leaves of the wind-rose,* and he loved to go 
with an unknown road a pretty piece of way to see what 
way it would itself take. He ran along on the silver 
Ariadne's thread of the brook, deep into the green laby- 
rinth, and proposed, in fact, to come out through the back 
door of the long thicket upon a distant prospect. He 
could not accomplish it, — the birches grew now lighter, 
now darker, the brook broader, — the larks seemed to 
sing, out there, far and high overhead ; — but he was ob- 
stinate. Extremes had from of old a magnetic polarity 
for him ; as the medium had only points of indifference. 
Thus, for example, except the highest degree of the ba- 
rometer, no other was so agreeable to him as the lowest, 
and the shortest day was as welcome as the longest ; but 
the day after either was fatal.t 

At last, after the progress of some hours in time and 
space, he heard, beyond the lightening birches, and 
through a noise louder than that of the brook, his name 
uttered repeatedly, in low tones of commendation, by two 
female voices. Instantly he galloped panting back again, 
indifferent to the risk of lungs and life. He heard his 
name long after again called out on all sides of him, but 
in a cry ; — it was his private patron saint, the castellain 
of the hut, who fired these shots of distress on his account 
at the foot of the mountain. 

He went up thither, and the round table of the earth 
lay clear and with a singularly softening aspect around 
his thirsty eye. Truly, the stretch of distance, together 
with weariness, must have reminded this bird of passage, 
behind the song-grating of the breast, of his own distant 

* Compass. f Odious, or tabooed. — Tk. 



lands and times, and have made him melancholy at the 
thought, when the landscape so mottled with red roofs 
spread out before him its white, glistening stones and 
ponds, like light-magnets and sun-splinters, — when he saw 
on the long, gray causeway to Linden-town — views of 
which hung in the summer-house, and of which two spires 
shot up among the mountains — distant travellers plodding 
on toward the city whose gates for him were closed, — 
and when, indeed, everything seemed flying westward, the 
pigeons that went whispering by, floating over the grain- 
fields, and the shadows of the clouds that glided lightly 
away over high gardens. . . . Ah, the youngest heart has 
the waves of the oldest, only without the sounding-lead to 
fathom their depths ! Learned Germany has, I perceive, 
for several cycles, held itself ready for great fates and fa- 
talities, which are to give this herdsman's day of my hero 
the necessary dignity ; I, who ought to have the first 
knowledge on the subject, do not at present know of any 
such. Childhood — ah yes, every age — often leaves be- 
hind in our hearts imperishable days, which every other 
heart had forgotten : so did this day never fade from Al- 
bano's. Sometimes a child's-day is at once made immor- 
tal by a clearer glimpse of consciousness ; in children, es- 
pecially such as Zesara, the spiritual eye turns far earlier 
and more sharply upon the world within the breast than 
they show or we imagine. 

Now it struck one o'clock in the castle-tower. The 
near and beloved tone, reminding him of his near foster- 
mother, and of the denied dinner, and the sight of 
the little blind one, who already had her twig of the 
bread-tree or her dry reindeer's moss in her hand, — and 
the thought that this was the birthday of his foster-father, 
— and his inexpressible love for his afflicted mother, 



upon whose neck he often suddenly fell in his loneliness, 
— and his heart, bedewed with Nature, made him begin 
to weep. But not for this did the stubborn little fellow 
go home ; only the Alpine shepherdess had run on un- 
bidden to betray the fugitive to his seeking mother. 

He would fain in this noonday stillness extort from 
the little blind Lea, upon whose countenance a soft, deli- 
cate line-work ran legibly through the punctuation of the 
pocks, a few words, or at least, as a fellow-laborer, the 
long stick wherewith she had to drive the pigeons from 
the peas and the sparrows from the cherries ; but she 
pressed her arm in silence against her eyes, bashful 
before the distinguished young gentleman. At last the 
woman brought the pottage for the lost son, and from 
Rabette a little smelling-bottle of dessert-wine into the 

Albina von Wehrfritz was one of those women who, 
unlike states, keep only their promises, but never a 
threat, — resembling the forest-officers of Nuremberg, 
who, upon the smallest violation of the forest-laws, im- 
pose a fine of one hundred florins, and in the same hour 
modify it to one hundred kreutzers.* They, however, 
like Solon, who gave out his laws for a hundred years 
in advance, give out theirs according to the proportion of 
their smaller jurisdiction, to last one hundred seconds. 

13. CYCLE. 

I WOULD make more out of Albano's commemora- 
tion-dinner, which he, like a grown-up trencher-man, 
could carve in the little chamber, and distribute among 
the family circle, and at which he could fill for himself, 

* To a German President of Finance, Vol. I. p. 296. 



were I not going to meet weightier incidents which befell 
during the carrying back of the table dinner-service. 

Albano went out, with the whole sea of his inner being 
sparkling and phosphorescing under the influence of the 
wine and the forenoon, and the blue heaven fluttering in 
stronger breezes around him. He felt as if the morning 
had long since gone by ; and he remembered it with a 
tender emotion, as we all in youth remember childhood, 
in age youth, — even as at evening we remember the morn- 
ing, — and the forms of Nature drew nearer to him and 
moved their eyes like Catholic images. Thus does the 
present offer us only shapes for optical anamorphoses, 
and only our spirit is the sublime mirror which transposes 
them into fair human forms. With what a sweet dip 
into dreams did he, when he met the fanning of the east- 
ern wind, close his eyes, and draw the hum of the land- 
scape, the screaming of the cocks and birds, and a herds- 
man's flute, as if deeper and deeper into his shaded soul ! 
And then when he opened his eyes again on the shore 
of the mountain, there lay peaceful down below in the 
valley the pastured white lambs by the side of the flutist, 
and overhead in heaven lay stretched out far away above 
them the shining, fleecy lamb-clouds ! 

Meanwhile, he was fain for once to take the liberty of 
shutting his eyes and groping too far into the garden, — 
besides, the blind girl did not see, — holding his arms 
open before him so as not to run against anything, when 
all at once his breast touched a second, and looking up, 
he found the trembling maiden so near to him, who bent 
aside, stammering, " Ah, no ! ah, no ! " " It is only I," 
said the innocent one, holding her fast ; " truly, I will not 
harm thee ! " — and as she, with a modest shyness, trusted 
him, he held her a little while, and gazed down on her 
bowed head with sweet emotion. 



Heartily glad would he have been to give the terrified 
one dole-money and benefits in this comedy for the poor ; 
he had, however, nothing by him, till, luckily, his sister 
Rabette, that bandagist, — from whose ribbon mania he 
erroneously concluded that many girls are diabolically 
possessed for ribbons, and swallow them like jugglers, 
but never give them back, — she, and his new hair-band, 
came into his mind. He wound off, joyfully, the long, 
silken swathing-band from his head on hers. But the 
lovely neighborhood, the tie-work of an inner, finer band, 
and the blessedness of giving, and the vivacity of his in- 
born exuberance, so overcome him, that he would gladly 
have emptied the Green Cellar of Dresden into * her 
apron, when a Jew pedler, with his smaller, silken one 
on his stomach, and with a bagful of bought-up hair on 
his back, came trudging up the Pestitz road. The Jew 
suffered himself, very willingly, to be called, but nothing 
to be borrowed from him, despite all bills of exchange 
proposed to be drawn upon parents and pocket money. 
Ah, a magnificent red cap-ribbon would have been as 
becoming to Lea's blind eyes as a red bandage to a 
wound ! For a blind lady loves to prink herself as much 
as one who can see, unless she is self-conceited, and would 
rather please herself in the glass than others out of it. 
The merchant was very glad to let her feel of the ribbon, 
and said he bought up hair in the villages, and yesterday 
the children of the inn, with a piece of burning punk, 
had crisped up his whole sackful of queues into short 
wool, and if the young gentleman would let him trim his 
brown hair down to the nape of the neck, he should, on 
the spot, have the ribbon, and a very serviceable leather 
queue of Würzburg fabric into the bargain. What was 
to be done ? The ribbon was very red, — so was Lea 



With hope, — the Jew said he must pack up, — besides, the 
hair-queue which he had hitherto worn ran like a second 
backbone down over the whole of the first, and became 
to Alban, by reason of the tedious swathing, every morn- 
ing, a check-rein and snaffle-bridle of his mettle. In 
brief, the poor, plucked hare resigned to the Jew the 
royal French Insigne, and buckled on the Würzburg 

And now he shook her hand right soundly, and said, 
with a whole Paradise of loving joyousness in his face : 
" The ribbon is, no doubt, very pleasant to thee, thou 
poor, blind thing ! " Then the everlasting rogue actually 
climbed the cherry-tree in order, up there, as a living 
scare-crow, to spoil the cherries for the sparrows, and, as 
a fruit-god, to throw down several of them to her as 
rosaries and festoons. 

By Heaven ! up there among the heart-cherries, it 
seemed as if real wolf-cherries must be working in the 
head of the boy : as the earth had her dark, middle ages, 
so have children often dark, middle days, full of pure 
monkery and mischief. On the high boughs, the growing 
landscape, and the sun declining towards the mountains, 
and particularly the spires of Pestitz, gleamed upon him 
with such heavenly light, that he could not now imagine 
to himself anything higher than the bird-pole near him, 
nor any more blessedly enthroned crown-eagle than one 
on the pole. . . . 

But now I beg every one of my fair readers either to 
step into the shooting-house, or make the best of her way 
out of it with the soldier's wife, who is running on to 
tell the naughty thing to her gracious lady, — for few 
of them can stand it out with me to see our hero, the 
male support of Titan, firmly planted by some farmers' 



boys — to whom, moreover, Albina has intrusted the 
remarche-reglement of hastening his return — on a cross- 
stick, which is fitted in just under the crotch of the bird- 
pole, and with his belly bound down to it, and so lying 
horizontal in the air, gradually lifted through the wide 
sweep of the arch, and held up in mid-heaven. It is too 
bad ! but the servants could not possibly resist the sup- 
plications of his mighty eyes, his picturesque will and 
spirit, and the offered recompenses and coronation-coins, 
in comparison with which he verily weighed only half as 
much as the last bird. 

I am, nevertheless, partial to thee, little one, despite 
that stiff dare-neck of thine built up between head and 
heart. Thy monstrous Baroque-pearls of energies will 
time soon, as the artists in the Green Cellar do with 
physical pearls, use up in the finishing of a fine figure ! 

The imperial history of our imperial eagle on his 
pedestal, covering at the same time the events that took 
place on the mountain, when the Band-box master and 
Provincial-Director came accidentally to the manned bird- 
pole, shall be incontinently resumed, when we have the 
14th Cycle. 

14. CYCLE. 

MASTER Wehmeier, who could not at a distance 
explain to himself the form and motion of the 
bird, had made up towards it, and now saw his pupil 
lifted up on the cross. He fell instantly into the plunge- 
bath of an icy shudder at his daring, but soon came out 
of this into the shower-bath of a perspiring anxiety, which 
came over him at the thought of seeing every minute Ins 
eleve fall down and be crushed into twenty-six fragments, 
like Osiris, or into thirty, like the Medicean Venus ; 



"and this too, now," he thought besides, "just as I have 
brought the young Satan so far along in languages, and 
lived to win some honor by him." He therefore scolded 
only the operators in the raising department, but not the 
sentinel aloft, because there was reason to apprehend he 
might take a lurch in the effort of answering, and pitch 
down. Hard upon the heels of the optical chariot with 
which the Devil threatened to run over the master, thus 
spell-bound in the circle of agonizing anxiety, followed 
a real one, wherein sat the future Provincial-Director. 
Ah, good God ! Besides, the Director always poured out 
the whole gall-bladder full of bitter extracts at the Min- 
ister's house, merely because he found there better- 
behaved and stiller children, without, however, reflecting 
— like a hundred other fathers who must be included in 
the charge — that children, like their parents, appear 
better to strangers than they are, and that, above all, city 
life, instead of the porous, thick bark of village life, over- 
lays them with a smooth, white birch-roll, while yet, in 
the end, like their parents and courtiers/ they prove to 
resemble chestnuts, being smooth only on the outer shell, 
but within confoundedly bristly. Thus surely will the 
finest man in the country always be outwitted by at least 
princes and ministers, who are ten years old, — supposing 
even he could manage it more easily with their fathers. 

When TVehrfritz saw his foster-son in his eyrie on the 
Schreckhorn, and the Band-box master below, looking 
up at him, he imagined the instructor had arranged it all, 
and began loudly to vent upon his neck, from the locked- 
up carriage, a little heaven of thunder-storms and thunder- 
claps. The persecuted Wehmeier began also, upon the 
mountain, to bawl up at the Schreckhorn, by way of mak- 
ing it evident to the Director that he was in the way of 



his office, and with the hammer of the law, as with a 
forming stamp-hammer, could mould a pupil as well as 
another man. The soldier's wife wrung her hands, — 
the servants arranged themselves for the taking down 
from the cross, — the poor little fellow, in a fever, drew 
his knife, and called down, " He would instantly cut him- 
self loose and cast himself down so soon as ever any one 
should let down the pole." He would have done it — and 
put an untimely end to his life and my Titan — merely 
because he dreaded the disgrace of the real and verbal 
insults he might get from his father before so many 
people (yes, in the chariot sat a gentleman who was a 
perfect stranger) worse than suicide and hell. But 
the Director, full of foolhardihood himself, and yet pro- 
portionately hating it in a child, was not to be discon- 
certed at that, and cried out, in a terrible tone, after the 
servant who had the key of the coach-door ; he would get 
out and go up. He was indescribably exasperated, first, 
because behind the coach he had fastened on an Oester- 
lein's harpsichord as a gift for the present day of joy ; — 
ah, Albano ! why do thy joys, like the slurs of an ale- 
house fiddler, end in a discord ? — and, secondly, because 
he had there a singing- dancing- music- and fencing-master 
from the polished and brilliant house of the Minister for 
Albano, sitting beside him on the cushion as spectator of 
this debut. Gottlieb sprang from the box, and round be- 
fore the coach-door, run his hand, cursing, through all 
his pockets ; — the coach-key was not in one of them. 
The incarcerated Director lashed himself up and down in 
his cage like a wagging leopard, and his fury was like 
that of a lion, who, when one hunter after another has 
shot at him, flies at the third. At all events, there was 
Alban, in his noose, sawing the air to and fro. The 


Band-box master was best off ; for he was half dead, and 
his cold body, running all away in a sweat of agony, 
transmitted little more sense of the outward world ; his 
consciousness was packed away tight and good as snuff 
in cold lead. 

Ah, I feel more keenly for the tormented boy than if 
I were sitting with him up on the pole ; over his touch- 
ingly noble countenance, with its finely-curved nose, 
shame and the western aurora throw a purple hue, and 
the low sun hangs with kisses on his cheeks, as if on the 
last and highest roses of the dark earth, and he must 
withdraw his defiant eyes from the beloved sun and from 
the day which still dwells thereon, and from the two 
steeple knobs of the Linden-city which glimmer on the 
sides turned from him, and sorrowfully cast down his 
strongly-drawn and sharply-angled eyebrows, which Dian 
likened to the too heroic and energetic ones of the infant 
Jesus in Raphael's ascending Madonna, to behold the hot 
and close altercation which was taking place on the 
ground below. 

Gottlieb, with all his pains, could not squeeze out the 
key, for he had it in his pocket, and in his hand, and did 
not like much to produce it, from partiality for the young 
master, whom the whole service loved, " as if they could 
eat him," — as much as they loved the nine-pin alley. 
He voted for sending and fetching the lock-smith, but the 
coachman outvoted him, with the advice to drive immedi- 
ately to the door of the work-shop, — and growled at 
the horses, and drove off the imprisoned, controversial 
preacher in his pulpit, with the packed-up Oesterlein's 
harpsichord, at a smart trot. All that the Bombardier, 
during Gottlieb's mounting, had time to throw out of the 
carriage, consisted in his staving through a window, and 

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firing, from the port-hole, a few of the most indispensable 
parting shots at the ill-omened bird on the pole. 

By this time the magister had recovered his spirit 
and vexation, and boldly commanded the taking down of 
the Absalom. While the child came slowly down before 
him on his perch, he inserted the five incisor-teeth of his 
fingers, as a music-pen, into his scalp, and ruled or raked 
down along his occiput, with a view to playfully rectify- 
ing the crooked line of the hair, by pulling it moderately 
with his hand, as with the end of a fiddle-stick, when, to 
his astonishment, off came from my hero the Würzburg 
queue like a tail-feather. 

Wehmeier stared at the cauda prehensilis (the ring- 
tail), and by his attention's being thus drawn off to the 
lesser fault, Albano gained as much as Alcibiades did 
from the lopping off of the tail of his — Robespierre. 
The magister thanked God that he could not sup to-day 
with old Wehrfritz, and sent him, with his mock queue, 
brow-beaten, home. 

15. CYCLE. 

THE good-hearted Albina had been all day long 
removing out of the way of her lord all inflam- 
matory stuff (for the vitriol naptha of his nervous spirit 
caught the fire of anger afar off), in order that nothing 
might transform her pleasure-castles into incendiary places 
of joy, — yes, as a sort of suburbs to the heavenly Jeru- 
salem of the evening, Rabette had packed away an or- 
chestra of miners that had chanced to pass by, in the 
cabinet of the dining-room, — and for Albano Albina had 
already contrived an heraldic costume, in which he should 
deliver to him the vocation of the Province. Ah, but 



what did the lady get from it all but flames, which Wehr- 
fritz vomited forth at his entrance, while he, as a camel in 
his maw, had laid up besides, a long, cold stream of water 
for the sprinkling of the magister ? 

Albina, who, like most women, took the gall-stone 
pelting of her husband for the fifty pounds of passengers' 
ballast, which, to a passenger in the marriage-stage-coach, 
go free, cheerfully gave him, at first, as ever, credit of 
being right, and concealed every tear of unhappiness, 
because cold sprinkling hardens men and salad, — then 
step by step she took back the right, — but made the 
blame at first mild on her tongue, as nurses make the 
washing-water of the children lukewarm in their mouths, 
— and at last said he should just give the child up to her. 

But we are making old Wehrfritz swell under our 
hand to a dragon of the Apocalypse, to a beast of Ge- 
vaudan, and a tyrant, whereas he is in reality only a lamb 
with two little horns. Had he not on his birth-feast in 
the drudging year of his slaving life a claim upon one 
unburdened evening, at least with a child whom he loved 
more strongly than his own, and for whom he had loaded 
himself down with a harpsichord and a teacher ? And 
had he not a hundred times forbidden him — though he 
himself dared and did too much — to imitate him, and 
seat himself upon horseback either in a tempest, in a 
pouring rain, or in a snow-storm ? And had he not just 
come from the pedagogical knout-master, the minister, 
whose educational system was only a longer real terri- 
tion and a shorter condemnation ? And does not the 
sight of stern parents make one sterner, and of mild ones, 
on the contrary, milder ? 

Albano first met Rabette with his leathern hind-axle 
in his hand, on his defiant way to the father's study, and 



therefore to the court-martial punishment of a real revo- 
lutionary tribunal. But she caught him from behind, 
with the angelic greeting, " Art thou here, Absalom ? " 
and set him down by force ; and, after the necessary as- 
tonishment and questioning, tied on the vena cava of his 
hair tightly and ungently, and showed up to him, in a 
fearful light, the whirlwind of paternal wrath that await- 
ed him ; and again, in a ludicrous light, the lull of the 
musical mountain-department, who, near the dining-room, 
that race-ground and hunting-ground of the Director, 
striding up and down in rage and impatience, were wait- 
ing with a pause for times of peace ; and finally she 
released him with a kiss, saying, " I pity you, you 
rogue ! " 

He marched, with a defiance which the tightness of 
his hair aggravated, into the dining-room. " Out of my 
sight ! " said the sparkling assailant. Alban instantly 
stepped back out of the door, enraged at the injustice 
of this wrath, and for that very reason the less troubled 
at its unhealthiness ; for his benefactor kept passionately 
running up to the table, which was spread for the birth- 
day feast, and, after an old bad habit of his, extinguishing 
the well-kindled lime-pit of his indignation with wine. 

In a few moments the musical academy and mining 
company, transformed by their ill-humor into growling 
contra-bassists, struck up also. The time had been tedi- 
ous to them in the dry cabinet, so the bassoonist and 
the violinist had taken it into their heads to entertain 
themselves with a low tuning. The Director, who could 
not comprehend what in the world that forlorn sound 
was that floated around him, took it for some time to be 
a melodious humming in his ears, when suddenly the 
hammer-master of the dulcimer let his musical hammer 


fall on the stringed floor. Wehrfritz in an instant tore 
open the doors, and saw before him the whole musical 
nest and conspiracy sitting in a circle, armed and wait- 
ing. He asked them, hastily, " What business they had 
in the cabinet ? " and, after a flying donation of a few 
curses and cuffs, ordered the whole garrison, without any 
tinkling noise, with their leather aprons and culs de Paris, 
to take themselves off instantly. 

Albina, with a tender look, beckoned her outlawed 
darling into her sewing-chamber, where she asked him, 
quite composedly, because she knew he would not lie, 
to tell the truth. After hearing his report, she repre- 
sented to him a little his fault (although she blamed the 
present child, in comparison with the absent man, pretty 
much in the style in which she had previously blamed 
the present man, in comparison with the absent child), 
and still more the consequences ; she pointed out (un- 
tying and tying again his cravat the while, and buttoning 
some of his waistcoat buttons) how her husband was dis- 
graced in Albano's person before the second school- 
consul, (with four and twenty Fasces,) whom he had 
brought with him, the music- and dancing-master, Mr. 
Von Falterle, who was up-stairs dressing himself; how 
the dancing-master would certainly write all about it to 
Don Gaspard ; and how for her good man the whole 
sweet, painted jelly-apple of to-day's joy had been turned 
into water : and now he must, even on this festive day, 
afflict his soul in solitude, and, perhaps, catch his death 
from drinking so much to drown his anger. Women, 
like harpers, usually, during their playing, convert, with 
small pedals, the whole tones of truth into semi-tones. 
After she had still further enumerated to him all the 
paternal evening-tempests which he had ever drawn upon 

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himself by his rides and his Robinson's voyages of dis- 
covery, and whose thunder-claps had, on every occasion, 
only melted down the lightning-conductor (namely, her- 
self), she added, with that touching tone flowing, not 
from the bony throat, but from the swelling heart, " Ah, 
Albano, thou wilt one day think of thy foster-mother, 
when it is too late ! " and melted into tears. 

Hitherto the unmeltable slags and the molten portion 
of his heart had been boiling up together within him, 
and the warm flood had pressed upward, ever higher and 
hotter, in his bosom, only his face had remained cold and 
hard, — for certain persons have, exactly at the melting 
point, the greatest appearance and capacity of hardening, 
as snow freezes just before a thaw ; but now the strain 
upon the too tightly-bound queue, which was the para- 
doxical sign of the approaching eruption, made him, in 
the paroxysm of his fury, tear the Würzburg appendage 
off over his head. Before Albina saw it, she had handed 
him the Directorship appointment, with the words, " I 
ought hardly to do it ; but just hand it to him, and say it 
was my present, and that thou wilt be quite another boy 
in future." But when she saw his hand armed, she 
asked, in a terrified tone, with the deep echo of a wearied- 
out grief, " Alban ! " and turned immediately away from 
the poor child, whose pain she misunderstood, with too 
bitter tears, and said : " What new trouble is this ? O, 
how you all torment my heart to-day ! Go away ! 0, 
come here," she called after him, " and relate the circum- 
stances ! " And when he had innocently and truly done 
this, her voice, overpowered with tears, could no longer 
blame him, but only say, mildly, " Well, then, carry the 
present." Nevertheless, she had it in mind to represent 
to her husband the abbreviation of the hair as an act of 



obedience to her will, and to the fashion of city children 
in high life. 

Alban went ; but on the painful way, the full glands of 
his tears and his long-repressed heart broke forth, and he 
entered with eyes still weeping before his solitary foster- 
father, who was resting his tired and thinking head ; and 
the boy held out to him, while yet a great way off, the 
big-sealed document, and could only say, " The present," 
and nothing more, and sparks darted with the storm- 
drops from his hot eyes. Lay thyself, innocent one, 
softly on thy father's unbuttoned bosom ; and while he 
holds in his right hand the enchanted cup of glory, and 
makes himself drunk with it, let him not on any account 
push thee away with his left ! The repelling hand will 
by and by come to pulsate languidly and lightly upon thy 
wet, fiery cheeks, and warm, penitent eyes : then will the 
old man read the Decretum over again still more slowly, 
so as almost to postpone the very first sound ; then will 
he, when thou, with indescribable impetuosity, pressest 
his hand to thy face to kiss it, make appear as if he had 
just awaked, and say, with saltpetre coldness and glisten- 
ing eyes, " Call mother " ; and then, when thou liftest 
upon him thy glowing countenance all quivering with 
love from under thy downfallen locks, and when they are 
flung softly back from thy cherry cheeks, — then will he 
look a pretty long time after his departing darling, and 
brush away something from his eyes, that he may run 
over the address of the diploma at his will. 

Say, Albano, have I not guessed right ? 



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16. CYCLE. 

EVERY post of honor lifts the heart of a man who 
is placed on it above the vapor of life, the hail- 
clouds of calamity, the frosty mists of discontent, and the 
inflammable air of wrath. I will hold the magic leaf of 
a favorable criticism before a gnashing were-wolf : imme- 
diately he shall stand before me as a licking lamb, with 
little twirling tail ; and if the wife of an author could 
only play before her heated literary partner every time 
a critical trumpeter's piece on Fame's trumpet, he would 
become like an angel, and she like that ale-house fiddler 
who, in his bear-catching, softened the Saul in Bruin by 
his jigs. 

Wehrfritz came to meet Albina as a new-born seraph, 
and recounted to her his glory. Yes, in order to atone to 
her for the explosions of his Etna, he said not, as usual, 
nolo episcopari ; he did not say he was hemmed round by 
an impassable mountain chain of labors ; but, instead of 
that perverse drawing back of the hand from the out- 
shaking cornucopia of fortune, — instead of that virgin 
bashfulness of rapture which is more common to brides, 
— he betrayed the heartiness of a widow, and told Albina 
her wishes of the morning had already become gifts ; and 
asked what had become of the promised supper, and the 
company, and the Magister, and the dancing-master 
(whom the other had not yet seen), and Rabette, and 

But Albina had already long since announced to the 
Magister, through Albano, the invitation, and the disper- 
sion of all storms, and the arrival of the new commission. 
Wehmeier, to tell the truth, had the greatest reluctance 
to eat with a nobleman, merely because, as entertaining 



acteur of the table, he had so much to do with convers- 
ing, savoir vivre, looking out for others, keeping his limbs 
in proper attitude, and passing all eatables, that, for want 
of leisure, he was obliged to swallow such little things as 
pickled cucumbers, chestnuts, crabs' tails, and the like, 
down whole, and without tasting them ; so that afterward 
he often had to carry round with him the hard fodder, 
like a swallowed Jonah, for three days together in the 
hunter's pouch of his stomach. Only this time he gladly 
dressed himself for the feast, because he was curious and 
angry about his pedagogical colleague, and that out of 
anxiety lest haply this new joint-tenant should assume to 
himself the magnificent winter crop in Alban's sowed 
field as his own summer crop. He ascribed to his abbre- 
viated method of teaching all the wonderful energies of 
his pupil, i. e. to the water-soil the aromatic essence of 
the plant which grew therein.* 

With so much the greater indulgent love he came, 
leading with his own hand the halved pupil, to Rabette's 
cabinet, in a sap-green plush with a three-leaved collar. 
" Mr. Von Falterle here," said Rabette on his entrance, 
not from raillery, but from inconsiderateness ; " thought 
some time ago it was you when the dog tried to get in." 
" My dear sir," replied coldly and gravely the paradeur 
of a Falterle by the side of our farm-horse, "the dog 
scratched at the door ; but it is usual, as well at the min- 
ister's as in all great houses of Paris, for every one to 
scratch with the finger-nail when he wishes admittance 
merely into a cabinet, and not into a principal apartment." 

What a splendidly picturesque contrast of the two 

* For Boyle found in his experiments that ranunculi, mints, &c., 
which he suffered to grow large in the water, developed the usual aro- 
matio virtues. 



brothers-in-office ! — the master of accomplishments with 
the motley scarf-skin or hind-apron of a yellow summer- 
dress, as if with the yellow outer wings of a buttermoth, 
whose dark under-wings represent the waistcoat (when 
he unbuttons it) ; Wehmeier, on the other hand, in a 
roomy, sap-green plush, which a tent-maker seemed to 
have hung on him, and with belly and shanks quivering 
in the black velvet half-mourning of candidates, who 
wear it till they carbonize into clear black. Falterle had 
his glazed frost pantaloons plated and cast round his legs, 
and every wrinkle in them produced one upon his face, 
as if the latter were the lining of the former; while along 
the thighs of the Band-box-master wound upward the 
cockle-stairs of his swaddling modests.* The former in 
bridal-shoes, the latter in pump-chambers, — - the one flap- 
ping up like a soft, slimy gold tench, with the belly-fins of 
his bosom-ruffles, with the side-fins of his hand-ruffles, 
and with the tail-fins of a trinomial root or queue hanging 
on three little ermine tails ; the Magister, in his green 
plush, looking for all the world like a green whiting or a 
chub. A magnificent set-off, I repeat ! 

The whiting would gladly have eaten up the tench, 
when the goldfish led forth on his right arm Rabette, 
and on his left Albano, to dinner. But now it grew 
much worse. Alban, with his usual impetuosity, had his 
napkin open first, — which became now, as it were, in- 
troductory programme and dokimasticum of Falterle's 
system of teaching. " Posement, Monsieur" said he to 
the novice, " il est messeant de deplier la serviette avant 
que les autres aient deplie les leurs" After some minutes, 
Alban thought he would blow his soup cool ; it was one 
a la Brittaniere, with rings. "77 est. messeant, Monsieur" 
* Some would rather hear this word than breeches. 


said the master of accomplishments, " de souffler sa soupe." 
The Band-box-master, who had already made up his 
mouth to vent a puff from the bellows of his chest at 
a spoonful of rings, stopped short, frightened into a dead 

When afterward a veal-stuffed cabbage-bomb fell like 
a central sun on the table-cloth, the magister boldly gob- 
bled down the burning minced veal, as a juggler or an 
ostrich swallows glowing coals, and breathed more in- 
wardly than outwardly. 

After the bomb, came in a pike au four, to which, as is 
well known, the cutting away of the head and tail, and the 
closing up of the belly give the appearance of a roe's 
loin. When Albano asked his old teacher what it was, 
the latter replied, " A delicate roe's loin." " Pardonnez, 
Monsieur" said his rival gourmand, " c'est du brocket au 
four, mon eher Compte ; mais il est messeant de deman- 
der le nom de quelque mets qu'il soit, — on feint de le 

It is easy to show that this horizontal shot from a 
double rifle pierced through the Magister's marrow and 
bone ; the instruments of passion which lay in the cut-off 
head of the pike au four, as in an armory, continued to 
do their execution in his. Like most schoolmasters, he 
thought himself to have the finest manners, so long as he 
taught them, and fought against bad ones; so long he 
prized them uncommonly, just as he did his dress ; but 
when he was outdone in either, then he must needs de- 
spise them from his heart. It brought him to his legs 
again that he was all the while silently comparing the 
master of accomplishments with the two Catos and Ho- 
mer's heroes, who ate not much better than swine, and 
that he thus tied the Viennite to a pillory, and thrashed 



him most lustily thereon, with one hand, while with the 
other he rung above him the shame-bell. Yes, he placed 
himself, in order to make his official brother small, upon a 
distant planet, and looked down upon the bomb and the 
pike au four, and could not help laughing up there on his 
planet, to find that this yellow-silk shop-keeper of Nature, 
with his rubbish of brains, was no bigger than a paste-eel. 
Then he pitied his forsaken pupil, and so came down 
again, and swore on the way to weed as much out of him 
every day as that other fellow raked in. 

We shall learn quite soon enough how Albano's nerves 
quivered on this lathe, and under these smoothing-planes. 
The Director was indescribably delighted with this peda- 
gogical cutting and polishing of so great a diamond, al- 
though the cutting (according to Jeffries) takes from all 
diamonds half their weight, and although he himself had 
all his, and more carats than angles. Wehrfritz could 
never entirely forgive, — at which point he was now aim- 
ing, because he had brought with him for the little one 
the Oesterleins harpsichord, — until at least with one 
word he had inflicted a short martyrdom ; accordingly, 
blind to Albano's concealed bloody expiation of the fault, 
he communicated to the company how strictly the Minis- 
ter educated his children, how they, e. g., for any involun- 
tary coughing or laughing at the table, like Prussian cav- 
alry soldiers, who fall off or lose their hats in the wind, 
suffer punishment, and how they were, to be sure, no 
older than Albano, but quite as well-mannered as grown 
people. At the house of the Minister he had, on the con - 
trary, boasted to-day the acquirements of his foster-son ; 
but many parents build up in every other house smoking 
altars of incense for the same child, which in their own 
they smoke with brimstone, like vines and bees. Be- 


sides, deuse take it ! they, like princes (fathers of their 
country), make redoubled demands precisely when chil- 
dren have satisfied immoderate ones ; so that the latter, by 
opera supererogationis in the shape of advanced lessons, 
forfeit rather than win their play-hours. Do we not ad- 
mire it in great philosophers, e. g. Malebranche, and 
great generals, e. g. Scipio, that, after the greatest achieve- 
ments which they made in the kingdom of truths, or in 
a geographical, they betook themselves to the nursery, 
and there carried on real child's fooleries, in order gently 
to relax the bow wherewith they had shot so many lies 
and liars to the ground. And why shall not this simile, 
wherewith St. John defended himself when he allowed 
himself a play-hour with his tame partridge, also excuse 
children for being children, when they have previously 
stretched too crooked the yet thin bow ? 

But now on with our story ! Old Wehrfritz recounted 
to Rabette, in a very friendly manner, " how he had seen 
to-day the pupil of Don Zesara, the magnificent Countess 
de Romeiro, actually only twelve years old, but with such a 
deportment as only a court dame had, and how the noble 
Knight experienced more joy than usual in his little 
ward." These hard, clattering words tore, as if he had 
hydrophobia, the open nerves of the ambitious boy, since 
the Knight had hitherto been to him the life's-goal, the 
eternal wish, and the frere terrible, wherewith they kept 
him under, — but he sat still there without a sign, and 
choked his crying heart. Wehrfritz recognized this dumb 
lip-biting of feeling ; however, he acted as if Albano had 
not understood him. 

Now began the Viennite too, hurling about his fire-balls 
into all corners and niches of the Ministerial Vatican, 
merely to throw a favorable light upon his dancing and 


music scholars therein, as well as himself. Cannot the 
daughter of the Minister, hardly ten years old, speak all 
the modern languages and play on the harmonica, which 
Albano has never yet once heard, and even execute four- 
handed sonatas of Kotzeluch, and sing already like a 
nightingale, on boughs that have not yet put on their foli- 
age too, and in fact passages from operas, which made her 
nightingale breast grow hollow, so that he had to leave ? 
Yes, cannot her brother do far more, and has he not read 
out all the circulating libraries, particularly the plays, 
which he also performs on amateur stages into the bar- 
gain ? And is he not at this precise hour making his case 
right good in to-day's masquerade ball, if he only meets 
there the object that inspires him ? Wehmeier did wrong 
to sit opposite our jewel-humming-bird, Falterle, like a 
horned-owl or a bird-spider, ready to pluck and eat the 
humming-bird every minute. Verily, Falterle said noth- 
ing out of malice ; he could not despise or hate anybody, 
because his mental eyes were so deeply buried in his own 
inflated " I," that he could not look with them at all out 
beyond his swollen self ; he harmed no soul, and fluttered 
round people only as a still butterfly, not as a buzzing, 
stinging horse-fly, and sucked no blood, but only honey 
(i. e. a little praise). 

" Pray, tell me, Mr. Von Falterle," said Wehrfritz, who, 
so soon as he had brought down this cold lightning-flash 
upon Albano, would no longer shoot cold and flying insin- 
uations at him, " does the young minister sometimes sit 
on a bird-pole, like our Albano here ? " That was too 
much for thee, tormented child ! " No," said Albano, in 
a brassy tone, and with the friendliness of a corpse, which 
signifies another death to follow ; and with an optical 
cloud of floating complexions, left the seat cracking under 


his dumb convulsions, and with clenched fingers went 
slowly out. 

The poor young man had, to-day, since the apparent 
forgiveness of his Adamitish fall, and since the sight of 
the elegant new teacher, for whom he had so long rejoiced 
in hope, and whose fine copperplate encasement was just 
of a kind to have an imposing effect upon a child, cast 
off the last chrysalis-shell of his inner being, and prom- 
ised himself high things. Some hand had within an hour 
snatched his inner man from the close, drowsy cradle of 
childhood, — he had sprung at once out of the warming- 
basket, had thrown stuffed-hat and frock far away from 
him, — he saw the toga virilis hanging in the distance, 
and marched into it, and said, " Cannot I, too, be a 

Ah, thou dear boy ! man, especially the rosy-cheeked 
little man, too easily cheats himself with taking repent- 
ance for reformation, resolutions for actions, blossoms for 
fruits, as on the naked twig of the fig-tree seeming fruits 
sprout forth, which are only the fleshy rinds of the blos- 
soms ! 

And now, while all the nerves and roots of his soul lay 
naked and exposed to the harsh air, and with such fair, 
fresh impulses, — just now must he be so often trampled 
upon and disgraced. Honor burned in his bosom, — he 
determined to pass through the coming years as through 
a white colonnade of monumental pillars, — already a 
mere Alumnus from the city was, to his soul thirsting for 
glory and knowledge, a classic author, — and was he to 
endure it that the Director should falsely accuse, and the 
Vienna master caricature him to the Knight his father ? 
Hard tears were struck, like sparks, from his proud, in- 
sulted soul, and the heat dissolved the comet nucleus of 



his inner world into a sweltry mist. In short, he resolved 
to run away to Pestitz in the night, — rush into his 
father's presence, tell him all, and then come home again 
without saying a word of it. At the end of the village 
he found a night-express, of whom he inquired the way 
to Pestitz, and who wondered at the little pilgrim without 
a hat. 

But first let my readers look with me at the nest of 
the supper-party. This very express brought the Vienna 
master a bad piece of news touching the so-long-praised 
son of the Minister, whose name was Roquairol. 

The above-mentioned female pupil of the Knight, the 
little Countess of Romeiro, was very beautiful : cold ones 
called her an angel, and enthusiastic ones a goddess. 
Roquairol had none of your Belgic veins, wherein, as 
in Saturn, all liquids lie as fixed, frozen bodies, but Af- 
rican arteries, in which, as in Mercury, melted metals 
run round. When the Countess was with his sister, he 
was always trying, with the common boldness of boys in 
high-life, to run his heart, filled with a venous system 
of quick matches, upon hers, as a good fireship ; but she 
placed his sister as a fire-wall before her. Unfortunately 
she had gone, by chance, dressed as Werther's Lotta, to 
this evening's masquerade, and the splendor of her des- 
potic charms was swallowed up and flashed round by 
eyes all darkly glowing behind masks : he took his inner 
and outer both off, pressed towards her, and demanded, 
with some haste — because she threatened to be off, and 
with some confidence, which he had won on the ama- 
teur-stage, and with pantomimic passionateness, which on 
that stage had always gained him the finest serenade 
of clapping hands — demanded nothing just now but re- 
ciprocal love. Werther's Lotta haughtily turned upon 



him her splendid back, covered with ringlets ; beside him- 
self, he ran home, took Werther's costume and pistol 
and came back. Then, with a physiognomical hurricane 
on his countenance, he stepped up before her and said, 
showing the weapon, he would kill himself here in the 
hall, if she rejected him. She looked upon him a little 
too politely, and asked what he wanted. But Werther, 
half drunk with Lotta's charms, with Werther's sor- 
rows, and with punch, after the fifth or sixth " No ! " 
(being already used to public acting,) before the whole 
masquerade, pointed the murderous weapon against him- 
self, pulled the trigger, but luckily injured only his left 
ear-flap, — so that nothing more can be hung on that, — 
and grazed the side of his head. She instantly fled, and 
set out upon her journey, and he fell down, bleeding, 
and was carried home. 

This story blew out many lamps in Falterle's triumphal 
arch, and lighted up many on Wehmeier's ; but it set Al- 
bina at once into agony about her quite as wild mad-cap 
Albano. She asked after him in the kitchen, and the 
express-messenger helped her to a clew by his account 
of the boy without a hat. She hastened, herself, in her 
usual extravagance of anxiety, out through the village. 
A good genius — the yard-dog, Melak — had proved 
the antagonist-muscle and turnpike-gate of the fugitive. 
That is to say, Melak wanted to go too, and Alban 
chose rather that a patron and coast-guard so service- 
able to the castle-yard, and who oftener warned away 
intruders than the night-watch did themselves, should go 
home again. Melak was firm in his matters : he wanted 
reasons, — namely, sticks and stones thrown at him ; 
but the weeping boy, whose burning hands the cold nose 
of the good-natured animal refreshed, could not give him 



a hard word, but he merely turned the fawning dog right 
about, and said softly, Go home ! But Melak recognized 
no decrees except loud ones ; he kept turning round 
again ; and in the midst of these inversions, — during 
which, in Albano's mind, always on a Brockenberg and 
seeing giant forms loom and glide through the clouds, 
his tears and every undeserved word burned deeper 
and deeper, — he was found by his innocent mother. 

"Albano," said she, with a friendly but forced com- 
posure, " thou here in the cold night-air ? " This conduct 
and language of the only soul which he had injured, took 
so strong a hold on his full soul, which needed a vent, 
whether in tears or in gall, that, with an arthritic shock 
of his overstrained heart, he sprang upon her neck, and 
hung there, melted in tears. At her questions, he could 
not confess his cruel purpose, but merely pressed him- 
self more strongly to her heart. And now came the 
anxious and penitent Director, too, following after, whom 
the child's situation had melted over, and said : " Silly 
devil ! was my meaning then so evil ? " and took the little 
hand to lead the way back again. Probably Albano's 
anger was exhausted by the effusion of love, and satis- 
fied through the appeasing of his ambition ; accordingly 
and immediately, strange to tell, with greater affection 
towards Wehrfritz than towards Albina, he went back 
with them, and wept by the way, merely from tender 

When he entered the room, his face was as if transfig- 
ured, though a little swollen ; the tears had washed away, 
as with a flood, his defiance, and drawn all his heart's soft 
lines of beauty upon his countenance, somewhat as the rain 
shows in transparent, trembling threads the heaven-flower 
(nostock), which does not appear in the sun. He placed 


himself in a posture of attention near his father, and kept 
his hand the whole evening, and Albina enjoyed in the 
double love a double bliss; and even on the faces of 
the servants lay scattered fragments of the third mock- 
rainbow of the domestic peace, — the sign of the covenant 
after the assuaging of the waters. 

Verily, I have often formed the wish — and afterwards 
made a picture out of it — that I could be present at all 
reconciliations in the world, because no love moves us so 
deeply as returning love. It must touch Immortals, when 
they see men, the heavy-laden, and often held so widely 
asunder by fate or by fault, how, like the Valisneria,* 
they will tear themselves away from the marshy bottom, 
and ascend into a fairer element; and then, in the freer 
upper air, how they will conquer the distance between 
their hearts and come together. But it must also pain 
Immortals when they behold us under the violent tempests 
of life arrayed against each other on the battle-field of 
enmity, under double blows, and so mortally smitten at 
once by remote destiny and by that nearer hand which 
should bind up our wounds ! 

* The female Valisneria lies rolled up under the water, out of which 
it lifts its bud, to bloom in the open air; the male then loosens itself 
from the too short stalk and swims to her with its dry blossom-dust. 


Methods of the two Professional Gardeners in their Ped- 
agogical Grafting-School. — Vindication of Vanity. — 
Dawn of Friendship. — Morning Star of Love. 

17. CYCLE. 

F we open the two school-rooms, we shall see 
the Band-box-master, in the forenoon, sitting 
and brooding upon the two-yolked eggs of the 
Sieve, and the accomplishing master, in the 
afternoon, just as the cock -pigeon guards the nest the 
former part of the day, and the female the latter. 

Now Wehmeier, as well as his competitor, was fain to 
take possession of his pupil with wholly new instructions ; 
but what were new to him were new to himself. Like 
most of the older schoolmasters, he knew — of astronomy, 
except the little that was found in the book of Joshua, 
and of physics, except the few errors which existed in 
his rather-forgotten than torn-up manuscript books, and 
of philosophy, except that of Gottsched, which required, 
however, a riper pupil, and of other real sciences — strict- 
ly speaking, nothing, except a little history. If ever — in 
the literary Sahara, to which the tormenting screw of 
school-lessons, without end, and the beggar's or cripple's 
wagon of a life without pay, that had been turned rather 
into dross than into ore, had exiled him — new methods 


of teaching or new discoveries came to his ears (they 
never came to his eyes), he noted, at the moment, that 
they were his own, only with a shade of variation ; and 
he concealed from no one the plagiarism. I heartily 
beg, however, all silken and powdered and curly-haired 
Princes' instructors, blame not too sorely my poor Weh- 
meier, so deeply overlaid with the heavy, thick strata of 
fate, for his subterranean optics and his crookedness of 
posture, but reckon his eight children and his eight school- 
hours and his approaching fifties in his life's grotto of 
Antiparos, and then decide whether the man can, under 
these circumstances, come out again into light ? 

But yet of history he knew, as was sai d, something ; 
and this he seized upon as pedagogical lucky-bone and 
Fortunatus's wishing-cap. Had he not already, in that ep- 
ical, picturesque style of paraphrase, — whereby he could 
relate the smallest market-town history in such an inter- 
esting and fictitious way, (for whence will a good story- 
teller draw the thousand lesser but necessary touches 
but from his head ?) — lectured out to his Albano Hiib- 
ner's Biblical History, in a manner extremely touching ? 
And which wept most during the delivery, teacher or 
scholar ? 

Now he had three historical courses open before him. 
He could strike into the geographical road, which begins 
with the wretchedest history in the world, — the history of 
countries. But only the British and the French, at most, 
can begin history as an epic, and a description of the 
earth backward ; on the contrary, a Haarhaar, Baireuth, 
or Mecklenberg princely patristic gives hollow teeth 
hollow nuts to crack, without meat for head and heart. 
And does not one magnify thereby a twig of history, on 
which the accident of birth has deposited the young bark- 

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chafer, most disproportionately into a tree of consanguin- 
ity ? And what cares one in Berlin, for instance, to 
inquire after a lineage of Margraves, or in Hof, after the 
pedigree of the Regents of Hohen zollern ? 

The second method is the chronological, or that which 
tackles the horses in front ; this starts with the birthday of 
the world, which, according to Petavius and the Rabbins, 
came into the world on the forenoon of the 2 2d Octo- 
ber,* hastens on to the 28th of October as the first 
clown's and blunderhead's day of the young Adam, then 
marches away over the 29th, the first Sunday, Fast-day, 
and Bankruptcy-day, and so on down to the Bankruptcy- 
and Fast-day of the latest child of Adam, who is com- 
pelled to listen to the case. 

This milky-way was, for our Magister, too long, too 
dreary, too strange. He steered the middle track be- 
tween the foregoing, which leads to the rich two Indies 
of history, Greece and Rome. The ancients work upon 
us more through their deeds than through their writings, 
more upon the heart than upon the taste ; one fallen 
century after another receives from them the double his- 
tory as the two sacraments and means of grace for moral 
confirmation, and their writings, to which their stone 
works of art attach every after age, are the eternal Bible- 
institute against every failure of a Kanstein's. But let 
us now, on a fine summer morning, walk along several 

* The preceding fine October days, as well as the Dog-holidays and 
April, and, in short, the rest of the previous part of the year, were cre- 
ated on the above-mentioned 22d October, and the said day itself also, 
after their time. I thus easily shift the inquiry about all that earlier 
period. For if any one dates the world differently, e. g. from the 20th 
March, as Lipsius and the Fathers did, still he must fall in with my 
after-creation of the fore-part of the year, when I thrust home upon 
him with his own previous question. 


times before the Rectorate-residence, and listen, ourselves 
also, outside, to hear with what voice the Magister within, 
although in old-fashioned applications, cites out of Plu- 
tarch, — the biographical Shakespeare of Universal His- 
tory, — not the shadowy world of states, but the angels 
of the churches who shine therein, the holy family of 
great men, and cast a passing glance at the sparkling eye 
with which the inspired boy hangs upon the moral an- 
tiques which the teacher, as in a foundery, assembles 
around him. O, when the mighty storm-clouds of the 
heroic past thus hung around Zesara's soul as on a moun- 
tain, and descended upon it with still lightnings and 
drops, was not then the whole mountain charged with 
heavenly fire, and every green thing that blossomed 
thereupon fertilized, quickened, and called forth ? And 
could he, then, so beautifully beclouded, haply look down 
into low reality ? Nay, did not teacher as well as scholar, 
amid the market-din of the Roman and Athenian forums, 
where they went round in the train of Cato and Socrates, 
remain entirely ignorant that the busy mistress was cook- 
ing, bed-making, scolding, and scouring close beside them ? 
Of the eight screaming children, on account of the very 
multitude, they heard nothing ; for a single buzzing fly a 
man cannot bear, without a terrible effort, in his chamber, 
while he could easily a whole swarm. Even so, from their 
eyes, the school-room, on whose floor nothing was want- 
ing which is thrown into canary-cages for nest-building, 
— hair, moss, roe's-hair, pulled flannel, and finger-lengths 
of yarn, — was hidden by the floor of the (geographical 
and historical) Old World, which, like the pavement of 
St. Paul's church in Rome, consists of marble ruins full 
of broken inscriptions. 




18. CYCLE. 

THE reader is now curious about the afternoon, 
when the eleve is sent into the polishing-mill of 
the Viennite, in order to know what sort of a polishing 
he gets there. It cannot but make him still more curi- 
ous, when I repeat that Wehmeier, who, like other lite- 
rati, resembled the elephant in clumsiness and sagacity, 
found nothing more agreeable to think of — and, there- 
fore, to describe — in ancient history, than a great man, 
who had on little, as, for instance, Diogenes, or went 
barefoot, like Cato, or unshaven, like the philosophers ; 
nay, he hit the very middle mark, and drew out for him- 
self Frederick the Second's clothes, whereby he gained 
as much as Mr. Page in Paris, and carried his shirts, 
like the noble Saladin's, and with similar proclamations, 
on poles for show, and sketched, as a second Scheiner, 
the best map we have of the sun-spots of snuff on Fred- 
erick. Then he took these naked, rough colossi, and 
piled them together into one scale, and threw into the 
other the light, wainscoted figures, like Falterle and the 
nice Nuremberg Kinder-gärten of modern courts, and 
besought the scholar to take notice which way the sway- 
ing tongue of the balance would incline. . . . 

I am not wholly on thy side here, Magister, since vig- 
orous youths too easily, without any prompting, tear in 
pieces the thin plate of the ceremonial law, and often the 
platers, the head masters of ceremonies, into the bargain. ' 
For weaklings, the method is good. 

Now, when Albano came to the accomplishing master, 
he could but faintly, on account of the loud resonance of 
the previous lesson, — for children of a certain depth, 
like buildings of a certain size, give an echo, — appre- 


hend what Falterle commanded ; and only when he re- 
mained some days without the historical sensation was he 
more widely open to the lesser instructions, as gilded 
things cannot be silvered over till the gold is worn off. 
The misfortune was, too, that he had to go through his 
task-dances in the very next room to the study of the 
Director, who was there occupied with his own. It often 
happened that Wehrfritz, when Alban was as distrait and 
inattentive in the Anglaise as a partner in love, would 
cry out, while he was dictating in there, " In the name of 
the three devils, chassez ! " Quite as many cases might 
one reckon in which, when the music-master, like a bass- 
drum, with everlasting exhortations glided away through 
adagio into piano, the man had to call out in there, with 
the strongest imaginable fortissimo, " Pianissimo, Satan ! 
pianissimo ! " Sometimes he was obliged to rise from his 
labors, when, in the fencing-lesson, all admonitions to 
" quart ! " availed nothing, and open the door, and, grim 
with fury, say to him of Vienna, " For God's sake, sir, 
don't be a hare ! Prick his leather soundly, if he does n't 
mind ! " Whereupon the courtly fencing-master would 
only gently encourage him to " quart thrust." 

Nevertheless, he learned much. In such early years 
one cannot rise above the finery nor the fine arts of a 
Falterle, who, besides, was reinforced with the magical 
advantage of having shone and taught in the forbidden 
metropolis. Only the loud stride and the boots were not 
to be taken from the pupil ; but the shoulders soon grew 
horizontal, and the head perpendicular ; and the oscillat- 
ing fingers, together with the restless body, were steadied 
with Stahl's eye-holder. In general, men with a liberal 
soul in a finely-built body have already, without Falterle's 
espalier- wall and scissors, an agreeable shape and stature. 



Moreover, he felt toward the neat, friendly Falterle that 
holy^rs^ love for men wherewith a child's heart twines 
round all inmates of his home and village ; and simply 
for this reason, that a lady could wind the Viennite 
about her ring-finger, — yes, inside of the gold ring itself, 
— and because he spoke and lied about the Knight of the 
Golden Fleece as about a king, and because he was the 
most agreeable creature that ever trod the earth. 

As I mean in my biographies to teach tolerance and 
even-handed justice toward all characters, I must here 
lead the way with a pattern of toleration, by remarking 
of Falterle, that his poor, thin soul had not the power 
to develop itself under the stone table of the laws of 
etiquette, and under the wooden yoke of an imposing sta- 
tion. To whom did the poor devil ever do any harm ? 
Not even to ladies, for whom indeed he was always labor- 
ing before the looking-glass, like a copperplate engraver, 
upon his dear self, but only, like other sculptors, by this 
artistic work, to display pure beauties, not to mislead 
them. The sea-water of his life — for he is neither a 
millionnaire, nor even the greatest savant of the age, al- 
though he has read about among many circulating libra- 
ries — is sweetened by the water of beauty, wherein he 
hourly bathes. He swills and gormandizes scarcely at 
all. If he curses and swears, he does it in foreign lan- 
guages, as the Papist makes his prayers, and natters 
very few except himself. 

The vain man, and still more the vain woman, hate 
vain persons much too violently ; for such persons, after 
all, are more diseased in the head than in the will. I 
can here cheerfully appeal to every thinking reader, 
whether he ever, even when he was going about with an 
uncommonly vain feeling, remembers to have detected 


any deep qualms of conscience or discords in himself, 
which, however, were never wanting, when he lied very 
much or was too hard. Much rather has he, on such 
occasions, experienced an uncommonly agreeable rocking 
of his inner man in the cradle of state. Hence a vain 
man is as hard to cure as a gambler ; but for this further 
reason, — most sins are occasional sermons and occasional 
poems, and must frequently be set aside, from the third to 
the tenth commandment inclusive. Marriage, the Sab- 
bath, a man's word, cannot be broken at any given hour. 
One cannot bear false witness against himself, any more 
than he can play ninepins or fight a duel with himself. 
Many considerable sins can only be committed on Easter- 
Fair or New- Year's Day, or in the Palais Royal, or in 
the Vatican. Many royal, margravely, princely crimes 
are possible only once in a whole life ; many never at all, 
— for instance, the sin against the Holy Ghost. On the 
contrary, one can praise and crown himself inwardly day 
and night, summer and winter, in every place, — in the 
pulpit, in the Prater, in the general's tent, on the back 
seat of a sleigh, in the princely chair, in any part of Ger- 
many, — for instance, in Weimar. What ! and must one 
let this perennial balsam-plant, which continually per- 
fumes the inner man, be plucked up or lopped off? 

19. CYCLE. 

ALL these occupations and thorns were to Albano 
right good, sharp earthquake-conductors, since in 
his bosom already more subterranean storm-matter circu- 
lated than is needed to burst the thin wall of a man's 
chest. Now he began to get on deeper and deeper into 
the wild thunder-months of life. The longing to see 



Don Zesara caught new warmth from the Roman history, 
which lifted up on high before him Caesar's colossal im- 
age, and wrote under it, " Zesara." The veiled Linden- 
city was carried over by his fancy and set upon seven 
hills, and exalted to a Rome. A post-horn rang through 
his innermost being, like a Swiss Ranz des Vaches, which 
builds out into the ether all summits of our wishes in 
long and shining mountain-chains ; and it blew for him 
the signal of a tent-striking, and all cities of the earth lay 
with open gates and with broad highways round about 
him. And when, at this period, on a cool, clear summer 
morning, he marched along metrically by the side of a 
regiment on its way to Pestitz, so long as he could hear 
the sound of the drums and fifes, then did his soul cele- 
brate a Handel's Alexander's Feast ; the past became au- 
dible, — the rattling of the triumphal cars, the movement 
of the Spartan bands and their flutes, and the clear trum- 
pet of Fame, — and, as if at the sound of the last trum- 
pets, his soul arose among none but glorified dead on the 
unbolted earth, and, with them, still marched onward. 

When History leads a noble youth to the plains of 
Marathon, and up to the Capitol, he would fain have at 
his side a friend, — a comrade, — a brother-in-arms, but 
no more than this, — no sister-in-arms ; for a heroine in- 
jures a hero greatly. Into the energetic youth friendship 
enters earlier than love : the former appears, like the lark, 
in the early spring of life, and goes not away till late au- 
tumn ; the latter comes and flees, like the quail, with the 
warm season. Albano already heard this lark warbling, 
invisible, in the air : he found a friend, not in Blumen- 
bühl, not in the Linden-city, not in any place, but in his 
own bosom ; and the name of that friend was — Ro- 


The case was this : For people like myself, country life 
is the honey wherein they take the pill of city life. Fal- 
terle, on the contrary, could not worry down the bitter 
country life without the silvering-over of city life : thrice 
every week he ran over to Pestitz, either into the boxes 
of the amateur-theatre as dramaturgist, or on the stage 
itself as actor. Now, on every such occasion, he took his 
little part-book out into the village with him, and there, 
relying on this rehearsal of the play, studied his part in- 
dependently of those of his colleagues ; just as, to this 
day, every state-servant commits his to memory without 
a glance at those of his fellow-performers : hence every 
one of us consists of only one faculty, and, as in the Rus- 
sian hunting-music, knows how to fife only one tone, and 
must throw his strength into the pauses. Into these 
fragments of theatricals, then, borrowed from Falterle, 
Albano entered with a rapture which his master soon 
sought to increase by exchanging for these limited sectors 
of the globe the whole dramatic world. 

The Viennite had long since eulogized before him the 
suicidal mad-cap Roquairol as a genius in learning, — and 
himself as particularly such in teaching ; and now he ad- 
duced the proof of it from the great parts which the mad- 
cap always played so well. For the rest, it was not his 
fault that he did not exceedingly disparage the minister's 
son, whom he envied, not only for his theatrical, but for 
his erotic achievements. For the inventively rich Ro- 
quairol had with that shot at himself in his thirteenth 
year saluted and won ttie whole female sex, and made 
himself, out of a sacrificial victim, priest of sacrifices, and 
manager of the amateuress-theatre, attached to the ama- 
teur-theatre ; whereas the shy, stupid Falterle, with his 
still-born fancy, could never bring a charmer to any other 

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step than the pas retrograde in a minuet, or to anything 
more than a setting of the fingers, when he wanted to get 
himself set in her heart. But the vain man cannot deny 
others any praise which is also his own. 

How must all this have won our friend's admiration 
for a youth whom he saw pass through his soul now as 
Charles Moor, now as Hamlet, as Clavigo, as Egmont ! 
As regards the notorious masquerade-shot described in a 
former Jubilee period, our so inexperienced Hercules, 
dazzled as he was by the naked dagger of Cato, must 
have accredited that shot to such a kindred Heraclide, as 
one of his twelve tragical labors. The fee-court-provost 
Hafenreffer even tells me, Albano once disputed with the 
Vienna gentleman, who had long since let himself down 
from a schoolmaster to a schoolmate, about the finest 
ways of dying, and, in opposition to the tender Falterle, 
who declared himself in favor of the sleeping-potion, de- 
clared himself on Roquairol's side, even with the stronger 
addition : " He should like best of all to stand on the top 
of a tower and draw the lightning on his head ! " In this 
latter article he shows the high feeling of the ancients, 
who held death by lightning to be no damnation, but a 
deification ; but might not physical causes also have had 
something to do with it, for his elbows and his hair often 
flashed out, in the dark, electric fire, and more than once 
a holy circle streamed out round his head even in the 
cradle? The Provost is strong for this view of the 

Albano, at last, could find no way to cool his fiery heart 
but by taking paper and writing to the invisible friend, 
and giving it in charge to the gentleman from Vienna. 
Falterle, who was complaisance itself — and withal un- 
truth itself, too — in spite of his aversion to Roquairol, 



took the letters with him, and was heartily glad to do it 
(" I am quite at home at the Minister's," said he) ; but 
never delivered a single one of them, since he had as little 
influence in the proud Froulay-palace as with the son him- 
self, and so he merely brought back with him every time 
a new and valid reason why Roquairol had not been able 
to answer : he was either too very busy, or in the sick- 
chair, or in company, — but every letter had delighted him ; 
and our unsuspecting youth firmly believed it all, and 
kept on writing and hoping. It would have been hand- 
somely done of the Legation's-counsellor, had he only, 
that is to say, if he could, been so obliging as to hand 
over to me Albano's palm-leaves of a loving heart ; not 
for the archives of this book, but merely for my docu- 
ments relating to the case, for the catalogue of petals, 
which I for my own private use am stitching and gluing 
together, of Albano's flowering-time. 

20. CYCLE. 

OUR Zesara, on entering into the years when the 
song of poets and nightingales flows more deeply 
into the softened soul, became suddenly another being. 
He grew stiller and wilder at once, more tender and more 
impetuous, as, for instance, he once flew in the highest 
rage to the help of a dog yelping under the blows of the 
cudgel. Heaven and earth, which hitherto in his bosom, 
as in the Egyptian system, had run into each other, that 
is to say, the ideal and the real, worked themselves free 
from each other, and Heaven ascended and receded, pure 
and high and brilliant, — upon the inner world rose a sun 
and upon the outer a moon, but the two worlds and hem- 
ispheres attracted each other and made one whole, — his 

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step became slower, his bright eye dreamy, his athlete- 
gymnastics less frequent, — he could not now help loving 
all human beings more warmly, and feeling them more 
near to him ; and often with closed eyes he fell trembling 
upon the neck of his foster-mother, or out in the open air 
bade his foster-father, at his starting on his journeys, a 
more lonely and heartfelt farewell. 

And now before such clear and sharp eyes the Isis-veil 
of Nature became transparent, and a living Goddess 
looked down into his heart with features full of soul. Ah, 
as if he had found his mother, so did he now find Nature, 

— now for the first time he knew what spring was, and 
the moon, and the ruddy dawn, and the starry night. . . . 
Ah, we have all once known it, we have all once been 
tinged with the morning-redness of life ! . . . O, why do 
we not regard all first stirrings of human emotion as 
holy, as firstlings for the altar of God ? There is truly 
nothing purer and warmer than our first friendship, our 
first love, our first striving after truths, our first feeling 
for Nature : like Adam, we are made mortals out of im- 
mortals ; like Egyptians, we are governed earlier by gods 
than by men ; and the ideal foreruns the reality, as, with 
some trees, the tender blossoms anticipate the broad, rough 
leaves, in order that the latter may not set before the 
dusting and fructifying of the former. 

When, as often happened, Albano came home from his 
inner and outer roamings, at once intoxicated and thirsty, 

— with senses at the same time shut and sharpened, but 
dreaming like sleepers who feel the more painfully the 
putting out of the light, — at such times of course it 
needed only a few cold drops of cold words to make the 
hot, flowing soul, upon the contact of the strange, cold 
bodies, scatter in zigzag and globules ; whereas a warm 



mould would have rounded the fluid mass into the love- 
liest form. 

Cireumstances being such, of course no one will won- 
der at what I am presently to report. The dancing-, 
music-, and fencing-master, who boasted little of his steps, 
touches, and thrusts, but so much the more of his (Impe- 
rial Diet-) Literature, — for he had the new names of the 
months, the orthography of Klopstock, and the Latin char- 
acters in German letters sooner in his letters than any 
one of us, — would fain show the house of Wehrfritz that 
he understood a little more of literature and knew a thing 
or two better than other Viennites (the more so since 
he read absolutely nothing, not even political newspapers 
and novels, because he preferred real, living men) ; he 
therefore never came into the house without two pockets 
full of romance and verse for Rabette and Albano. He 
was encouraged in this by his endless ofliciousness, and 
his emulous race-running with his colleague Wehmeier in 
education, and the interest which he took in the youth 
now growing so silent, whom he wished to help out of the 
sweet dreams which the ruby* of his glittering young 
life inspired with the exegetic dream-books, the works of 
the poets. The revolution which had taken place in the 
youth, who now mowed away whole romantic glades of 
Everdingen, and plucked whole poetical flower-borders 
of Huysum, I have now neither time nor wish even so 
much as tolerably to portray, on account of the above- 
promised wondrous circumstance ; suffice it, that Albano, 
so situated, — the heaven of the poetic art open before him, 
the promised land of Romance spread out before his eyes, 
— resembled a planet, assailed by several whizzing comets, 
and blazing up with them into a common conflagration. 

* It used to be believed that a ruby gave pleasant dreams. 


But what further? The Vienna master — this I must 
still premise — was a vain fool (at least in matters of 
humility, for example, his pigmy feet, his literature, his 
success with women), and particularly loved, by familiar 
pictures of great ones and ladies, to have inferred his 
confederation with the originals. The poor devil was, 
to be sure, poor, and believed, with many other authors, 
that he — unlike Solomon, who prayed for wisdom and 
received gold — had inversely had the misfortune while 
supplicating for the latter to receive only the former. 
In short, on such grounds as these he would have been 
very glad, let it be observed in passing, to know that the 
belief prevailed in the house of Wehrfritz that he stood 
on very good terms with his former pupil, the minister's 
daughter, — Liana, I think it was, if I read Hafenreffer's 
handwriting correctly, — and that he quite often saw her, 
and spoke with her mother. Add to this, that there was 
not one word of truth in the whole : through the temple 
in which Liana was there was no door-way for him. But 
so much the less could he let the Director get ahead of 
him, who often saw her, and always praised her more 
warmly at home, merely for the sake of scolding the 
rude innocence of Rabette, who had never been educated 
by anybody. The Vienna master wished also, of course, 
to draw the Count — to whom he only showed the coasts 
of Roquairol's isle of friendship afar off, but no point for 
landing — cunningly away from the brother through the 
sister (he had found it impossible longer to deceive and 
hold him back) ; for why did he paint it out before him 
at such length, how poisonously, some years before, the 
night- and death-chill brought on by that parting shot of a 
brother whom she too devotedly loved had fallen upon 
those tender, white leaves of her heart? 


Quite often would he, during a meal, hang up broad 
merit-tables, countersigned by Wehrfritz, of Liana's pro- 
gress in music and painting, in order, seemingly, to stimu- 
late his pupil on the harpsichord and in drawing to greater 
achievements. For if it was not for appearance' sake, 
why did he paste up such very long altar-pieces of Liana's 
charms before Rabette, that impartial one, who, vying only 
with parsons' daughters, and not with those of ministers, 
heard almost as gladly the praise of city beauties as we 
do of Homer's, and in whose presence only a windy fool, 
that would fain hold himself upright in the saddle before 
women by singing the praises of other women, could in- 
tone such eulogies as his were of Liana ? Yerily, before 
such a resigned and unenvious soul as Rabette, — espe- 
cially as her complexion and hands and hair were none of 
the softest, at least harder than Falterle's, — I would not 
for any prize-medal in the world have undertaken, as he 
however did, to bring near, in high colors, the happy 
results with which the Minister, in order to bring over 
Liana's uncommonly youthful beauty, by proper training, 
into her present years, had done his best by means of 
delicate and almost meagre fare, by tight lacing, by 
shutting up his orangery, whose window he seldom lifted 
off from this flower of a milder clime, — still less would 
I have cared to be able to describe, like him, how she 
had thereby become a tender creature of pastil-dust, 
which the gusts of fate and the . monsoons of climate 
could almost blow to pieces, — and that she actually could 
only wash herself with spirits of soap, and only with the 
softest linen dry herself without pain, and could not 
pluck three gooseberries without making her finger 

The shallow Viennite, who, if he spied a man' of rank 



standing up on the cupola of a mountain, could never 
take off his hat before him, down in the marsh, without 
saying, in a low tone, at the same time, "Your most 
profoundly obedient servant ! " and who spoke of distin- 
guished people, at the farthest, only in familiar or sa- 
tirical tones (to show his connection), but never in earnest 
criticism, was, of course, as became him, not the man to 
call old Froulay a stiff, sharp gravestone, under which 
two such tender flowers as his lady with the ivy (Liana) 
twining round her, crooked and crowded, had to wind 
their way out into light. Mr. Von Hafenreffer, to his 
honor, — in respect that he is a Legation's- Counsellor 
and Fee-Court-Provost, — makes here the quite different 
but more feeling observation, that the hard strata of such 
connections as those through which Liana's life-rill must 
needs filter and force its way, make it purer and clearer, 
just as all hard strata are filtering-stones of water, — and 
all her charms become, indeed, through her father's tyr- 
anny, torments, but also all her torments become, through 
her own patience, charms. . . . 

But, good Zesara, supposing now thou art compelled, 
daily, to hear all this, — and supposing the master of ac- 
complishments forgets not to depict, besides, how she has 
never grieved him with a disobedient look, or a tardiness, 
how cheerfully she always brought him the paper-marks 
of the lessons, and, at the end, her schooling-money or 
an invitation, — and how carefully, mildly, and cour- 
teously she behaved toward her servants, and how one 
must have thought her heart could not be warmer than 
her very philanthropy made it, if one had not seen her 
still more ardent filial affection for her mother; — good 
Zesara, I say, what if thou nearest all this in addition 
to thy romances, and that, too, of the sister of thy Ro- 


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quairol ; for every one, if it is only half practicable, loves 
to spin himself into one chrysalis with the sister of his 
friend, — and beside all this, of a maiden in the conse- 
crated Linden-city, about which Don Gaspard, as the old 
Prussians* did about their sacred groves, draws addi- 
tional mystic curtains ; and, what is harder than all, just 
after the turning-point of thy seventeenth year, Zesara, 
when the monsoons and spring winds of the passions al- 
ready sweep over the' waves of the blood ! For, of 
course, at an earlier period, in the midst of the learned 
club of so many linguists, — i. e. books of linguists, of 
eclectics, upper-rabbins, — of ten wise men from the 
East and from Greece, and, by reason of the uncommonly 
dazzling Epictetus' -lamps which the said Decemvirate of 
wise men had lighted at the day-star of the wise ones, — 
at such a time, I say, it was hardly to be expected of 
thee that love's little Turin-lantern, which he kept as 
yet unopened in his pocket, should strike thy eye very 
atrongly ! But now, my dear, now, I say ! Truly, no- 
where could any of us find less fault, if we are uncom- 
monly attentive to it, with what he does in the 21st Cycle, 
than in this 20 th. 

* Arnold's Ecclesiastical History of Prussia, Vol. L 


High Style of Love. — The Gotha Pocket- Almanac. — Dreams 
on the Tower. — The Sacrament and the Thunder-Storm. 
— The Night-Journey into Elysium. — New Actors and 
Stages, and the Ultimatum of the School- Years. 

21. CYCLE. 

OW many blessed Adams of sixteen and a 
half years will be at this moment enjoying 
their siesta in the grass of Paradise, and see- 
ing their future bosom-companion created out 
of the materials of their own hearts ! But they seek her 
not, like the first Adam, close beside them on the build- 
ing-spot, but at a good distance from their own couch, 
because distance of space lends as much enchantment to 
the view as distance of time. Accordingly, every youth 
seats himself in the mail-coach with the full persuasion 
that in the cities for which he is booked quite different 
and more divine Madonnas stand at the doors of the 
houses than in his cursed one ; and the young men of 
those cities, again, on their part, take passage in the ar- 
riving stage-coach, and go riding hopefully into his. 

Ah, this sounds far too rude and harsh for all that I 
have in my mind, and it is to me as if I were offering 
the reader, instead of the living, floating rose-fragrance, 
only the stiff, hard, thick, porcelain-rose ! Albano, I 


will uncover and unclose thy silent, thickly-curtained 
heart, so that we all may see therein the saintly image 
of Liana, the ascending Raphael's-Mary, but, like the 
pictures of the saints in Passion-week, hanging behind 
the veil, which thou liftest with trembling to adore it, 
when thou openest thy books of devotion, — the Roman- 
ces, — and when thou findest therein the prayers which 
belong to thy saints. Even / find it hard not to do like 
thee and the ancients, and make a mystery of the name 
of thy guardian goddess, — concerning inner spiritual 
apparitions (for outer ones are bodily apparitions) the 
seer is glad to be silent nine days long ; — and with thy 
blind belief in Liana's virtuous character being a thousand 
times higher than thine is, and with thy holy sense of 
honor, which watches over another's, it is, of course, a 
riddle to thee how others, for instance the Vienna mas- 
ter or Wehrfritz, without the least blushing, can talk so 
loudly and fondly of her, when thou thyself hardly darest 
before others to — dream of her much. Truly, Albano is 
a good creature ! Further, how such a light Psyche as 
Liana, so crystallized into solid ether, somewhat like the 
risen Christ, can at all eat carps and pick the bones out, 
— or stir the stack of salad in the blue dish with the long, 
wooden, miniature pitch-forks, — or how it can be that 
she weighs half a pound more in the sedan than a blue 
butterfly, — or how she can laugh loud (but that, how- 
ever, she never did, my friend) ; — all this, and in general 
the whole petty service of this incarnate earthly life, was, 
to the winged youth, a riddle and a real impossibility, or 
at least the reality thereof was a sort of fixed-star occul- 
tation ; why shall I suppress that he would have been 
far less astonished at a pair of angel's footsteps stamped 
into Italian rocks, than at a pair of Liana's in the ground, 


and that lie would have given for any one single trace 
or relic of her — I mention only a thread-spool or a 
tambour-flower — nothing less than whole cords of the 
wood of the holy cross, together with casks of the holy 
nails, and several apostolic wardrobes, together with the 
holy duplicate-bodies into the bargain. 

So have I often longingly wished I could have only a 
pound of earth from the moon, or as much as a horn of 
sun-dust from the sun, before me on my table and in my 
hands. So do most of us authors of consequence hover 
before a reader out of our own country in like manner 
as fine, ethereal images, of whom it is hard to compre- 
hend how they can eat a slice of bacon, or drink a glass 
of March beer, or wear a pair of boots ; it seems as if 
people would collapse when they read anything about 
Lessing's razor, Shakespeare's English saddle, Rousseau's 
bear-skin cap, Psalmist David's navel, Homer's sleeve, 
Gellert's queue-tie, Ramler's night-cap, and the bald-pate 
under mine, though that is not of much more consequence. 

The old Provincial Director, seeing that a maiden in 
no way gains so much with a youth as by praises which 
his parents bestow upon her, made some considerable 
contributions toward the canonization of Liana, by fre- 
quently weighing against her the rustic Eabette, who 
laughed just as he did, and insinuating a contrast between 
his indulgent wife and the strict Minister's lady : he then 
took occasion to set forth in detail after what strict rules 
of pure composition this counterpointist (the Minister's 
lady) harmoniously arranged the melodious tones of 
Liana, and particularly how she discountenanced all 
rudeness and laughter. Female souls are peacocks, 
whose jewelled plumage must be sheltered in mice and 
whitened apartments, whereas ours remain clean in duck- 


coops. Albano pictured to himself mother and daughter 
in the double forms in which the painters give us angels, 
namely, the intelligent, strict mother, as one who hides 
in a long cloud, with only her head visible, and Liana as 
a glorified child that, with its tender wings, flutters about 
a white cloud. 

How he longed for something, though it were only a 
fallen, faded rose of — silk from Pestitz ; and yet he 
could not for shame ask the Vienna teacher for anything 
except at the very last, after long thinking, though with 
a betraying glow, for one — lesson-mark ; " for he had 
never yet seen one," he said. Falterle had one at this 
moment in his pocket, — the number 15, Liana's former 
age, was written upon it ; — she could have written the 
number admirably ; — still it was something. Ah, could 
he not more willingly have beset the Director for some 
romances out of the portable-library of the Minister's 
lady, in which the daughter must certainly have read, 
yes, and might well even have forgotten some notes of 
her reading ? He actually did it ; but Wehrfritz con- 
demned and cursed in the beginning all romances as poi- 
soned letters ; then he forgot over five times to ask for 
any ; — and finally he brought with him a novel of 
Madam Genlis, together with a Gotha pocket-almanac. 
These books of the blest — in comparison with which my 
own works and the Alexandrine Library and the blue 
library are only miserable remittenda — had all the 
stamps of women's books ; for they all contained some 
ornament or other of female heads, namely, a thimbleful 
of hair-powder as they do, fag-ends of silk-ribbon as 
they do, for demarcation-lines and memoranda of read- 
ings, — and just the same fragrance (which Semler 
also praises in the books of alchemy), and which they 

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seemed to have borrowed from the blossoms of Paradise. 
Ah, happy reader of the fairest book (I mean the Count), 
canst thou ask more ? 

By all means ; and he found more, too, namely, in the 
latter end of the Gotha pocket-almanac, on the two blank 
parchment-leaves, the words, " Concert for the Poor, the 
21st February," and " Play for the Poor, the 1st Nov." 
I have often, in my chase after mysteries, beaten out, on 
these leaves, the weightiest ones from the bush. " Yes, 
that is my pupil's hand," said Falterle ; " she and her 
mother seldom let such an opportunity slip, because the 
Minister does not allow them otherwise to give much to 
the poor." Do not detain me here about the beauty of 
her handwriting, — besides one writes better on parch- 
ment and slate than on paper, and a literary lady, exactly 
unlike a literary man in this, has more calligraphy than 
illiterate ones, — but let me hasten on to the working of 
these incunabula of Liana, whose Dominical characters 
diffuse over a loving man nothing but bright, inner Sun- 
days of the soul, and whose leaves resemble in sanctity 
the Epistles which, in the Middle Ages, fell from heaven 
upon the earth. Now, for the first time, was it to him 
as if the flying angel, whose shadow hitherto had only 
glided over the earth, folded up his pinions, and held his 
downward course in the track of the shadow, not far from 
the spot where Albano stands. He learned the Gotha 
pocket-almanac by heart. 

As he believed Liana to be much tenderer and better 
than he, and as she appeared to his fancy like Hesper, 
who, among all the planets, moves around the sun with 
the least eccentricity, and he to himself like the distant 
Uranus, who does so with the greatest ; and since he 
could not, without a blaze of shame on his cheek, think 


of falling behind the daughter and mother in moral polish, 
he became at once (no man knew why) more gentle, 
mild, compliant, attentive to his person, obedient to the 
Vienna teacher, — for Liana had been so too, — and his 
whole Vesuvius * was kept under by the veil of a saint. 
The North American adores the form which appears 
to him in dreams, as his guardian spirit. O, does not 
even thus, to the youth, a fair dream often become his 
genius ? 

22. CYCLE. 

A WHITSUNTIDE, such as I am now about to 
describe, Albano, excepting in the Acts of the 
Apostles, one can hardly find anywhere else than in 
thine ! 

He had, hitherto, often listened to Liana's invalid-his- 
tory with the deafness of a vigorous, fire-proof youth, 
when, on one occasion, the Director brought word home, 
that the pious lady of the Minister would let her daughter 
partake the sacrament on the first Whitsuntide holiday, 
because she was apprehensive death regarded such a 
creature as a strawberry, which must be plucked before 
the sun had shone upon it. Ah, Albano saw death at this 
moment groping about, and with his stony heel treading 
on the pale red berry and crushing it. And then this 
Philomela without a tongue, because she had hitherto 
been compelled to be dumb, had, like a Procne, sent him 
only the pictured history of her heavy existence, and 
only the leaves of parchment ! All loving emotions, like 
plants, shoot up the most rapidly hi the tempestuous at- 
mosphere of life. Albano felt at once a wide, deep woe, 
and a tormenting fever-warmth in his heart, eaten hollow 

* In Catania, the veil of St. Agatha is the only antidote to Etna. 



as it was by death. In his musical and poetic phantasy- 
ings on his Oesterlein's-harpsichord, the dreamed tones 
of Liana's voice and the weeping music of the harmon- 
ica, which she could play, and which he had never heard, 
strangely mingled, like her swan-song, with his harmo- 
nies. But this was not enough ; he even wrote, secretly, 
a Tragedy, (thou good soul !) wherein he, with wet eyes, 
intrusted all his tenderest and bitterest feelings to anoth- 
er's lips, — but he only kindled them fearfully, while he 
expressed them. Every one can remark that he proposed 
in this way to escape that babbler and spy, accident ; but 
not every one observes — something quite original in the 
case ; in another's name, he might, he thought, venture to 
give his deep pain a more passionate expression, for 
which, in his own name, before so many stoic classical 
heroes, he could not for shame muster up the courage. 
But in this way the classics could not touch him. 

The still, warm enthusiasm grew under the hot cover- 
ing of this glass bell much greater yet ; namely, to such 
a degree, that he touchingly begged his foster-parents to 
let him on the first Whitsuntide holiday go to the — Holy 
Sacrament. The dilapidated state of the village church, 
wherein it could hardly be partaken a year longer, must 
needs speak as strongly in his favor, as the dilapidated 
state of Liana's health did in hers. Always will there 
remain in our poor human souls, separated from each 
other by bodies and wildernesses, the longing to be at 
least doing the same thing at the same time with one 
another, at one and the same hour to look up at the 
moon, or (as Addison relates) to send our prayers above 
it ; and thus is thy wish, Albano, a human, a tender one, 
to kneel at the same hour with thy invisible Liana, at the 
steps of the altar, and then to rise fiery and commanding 



after the coronation of the inner man ! He had in the 
still country built up the altar of religion high and firm 
in his soul, as all men of lofty fancy do : on mountains 
are always seen temples and chapels. 

But I must never accompany *um into the Whitsun- 
tide church before ascending with him the church-tower. 
Could anything be conceived more delicious, than when, 
at this period, on fair Sundays, so soon as there was noth- 
ing but the heavy sun swimming through the wide heav- 
ens, he climbed to the belfry of the tower, and, covered 
with the murmuring waves of the chime, looked out all 
alone over the earth below, and upon the western bound- 
ary hills of the beloved city ? When presently the storm 
of sound swept and confounded all together, and when 
the jewel-sparkling of the ponds, and the flowery pleas- 
ure-tent of the frolicking spring, and the red castles on 
the white roads, and the scattered trains of church-going 
people slowly winding along between the dark-green 
corn-fields, and the stream girdling round the rich pas- 
tures and the blue mountains, those smoking altars of 
morning sacrifices, and the whole extended splendor of the 
visible creation poured into his soul with a glimmering 
overflow, and all appeared to him as a dim dream-land- 
scape — O then arose his innen colosseum full of silent, 
godlike forms of spiritual antiques, and the torch-gleam 
of Fancy* glanced round upon them like the play of a 
moving magic life, — and there he saw among the gods 
a friend and a loved one reposing, and he glowed and 
trembled. . . . Then the bells died away with a heavy 
groan, and became dumb, — he stepped back from the 
bright spring into the dark tower, — he fastened his eye 

* Allusion to the torches, before which the Colosseum and the An- 
tiques and the glaciers, which are both, are seen magically gleaming. 


only on the empty, blue night before him, into which the 
distant earth sent up nothing save sometimes a butterfly 
blown out of its course, a swallow cruising by, or a 
pigeon hovering overhead, — the blue veil of Ether* 
fluttered in a thousand folds over veiled gods in the dis- 
tance, — O then, then the cheated heart could not but 
exclaim, in its loneliness, Ah ! where shall I find — 
where, in the wide regions of space, in this short life — 
the souls which I love eternally and so profoundly ? Ah, 
thou dear one ! what is more painfully and longer sought, 
then, than a heart ? "When man stands before the sea 
and on mountains, and before pyramids and ruins, and in 
the presence of misfortune, and feels himself exalted, then 
does he stretch out his arms after the great Friendship. 
And when music, and moonlight, and spring and spring 
tears softly move him, then his heart dissolves, and he 
wants Love. And he who has never sought either is a 
thousand times poorer than he who has lost both. 

Let us now step into the Whitsuntide church, where 
the deep stream of his fancy, for the first time in his life, 
overflowed, and carried his heart far away, and sounded 
on with it in a new channel : a physical storm had swol- 
len this stream. Early in the forenoon, the dark powder- 
house of a storm-cloud stood mute near the hot sun, and 
was glowing with his beams ; and only occasionally, dur- 
ing divine service, some distant, strange cloud let fall a 
clap on the fire-drum : but when Albano stepped before 
the altar with exalted, glorified emotions, and when he 
ventured only to mask his love for Liana in an inward 
prayer for her, and in a picture of her to-day's devotion, 
and of her pale form in the dark bride-attire of piety, and 

* As the Queen of Heaven, Juno is always, by the ancients, 
clothed in a blue veil. — Hagedorn on Painting. 


when he softly felt as if his purified, sanctified soul were 
now more worthy of that lovely one, — just then, the 
tempest, with all its playing war-machines and revolv- 
ing cannons,* marched over from the Linden-city, and 
passed, armed and hot, right over the church. Albano, 
however, in the consciousness of a holy inspiration, felt 
no fear ; but so soon as he heard the distant rumbling of 
the falling avalanche, he thought only of Liana, and of 
its striking the Linden-city church ; and now, when over 
his head the sun kindled with his hot looks the powder- 
tower of the storm-cloud, and made it fly into a thousand 
flashes and claps, then did that partiality for the death by 
lightning which had been nourished in him by the an- 
cients drive the terrible supposition into his heart, that 
Liana was now dead and lost to him in the glory of 
transfigured holiness. O then, must he indeed also be- 
lieve that now the wing of the lightning snatches him 
above the clouds ? And when long flashes blazed about 
the saints and the angels of the altar, and when the trem- 
bling voices of the singers, growing louder, and the tolling 
of the familiar bells, mingled with the crashing thunder, 
and he caught, amid the deafening din, a high, fine organ- 
tone, which he took for one of the tones of that unheard 
harmonica, — then did he mount, deified, upon the trium- 
phal and thunder-car by the side of his Liana ; the 
theatre-curtain of life and the stage burned away from 
under him; and they soared away, linked together and 
radiant, far through the cool, pure ether ! . . . 

But the twelfth hour banished these spiritual appari- 
tions and the tempest ; Albano stepped out into a bluer, 
cooler, breezier sky, — and the glistening sun looked down 
with a friendly smile on the affrighted earth, whose bright 

* An old machine that fires many shots at once. 



tears still quivered in all her flower-eyes. And now 
when in the afternoon Albano still heard the peaceful 
march of the thunder through Liana's city, then by his 
faith in her newly-assured life, and by the soft dead-gold 
of resting fancy, and by the holy stillness of the regen- 
erated bosom, and by the increased fervor of his love, 
there grew up out of all regions of his soul an evening- 
red, magic Arcadia, — and never did a man enter upon a 
fairer one. 

23. CYCLE. 

TT arises not merely from my courtesy towards a read- 
JL ing posterity, my dear Zesara, but also from a real 
courtesy toward thee, that I so faithfully transcribe all 
acts in this pastoral of thy life ; in thy later days these 
melodious ones shall echo in thy ears refreshingly out 
of my book, and in the evening, after thy labors, thou 
wilt read nothing more gladly than my labors here. 

The following night deserves its Cycle. Soon after 
Whitsuntide he was tormented with weekly medical 
notes upon a new malady of poor Liana, which had be- 
gun, just as if he had guessed right, on Sacrament-day. 
He heard that she was living or suffering in Lilar, the 
pleasure- and residence-garden of the old Prince, in com- 
pany with her brother, of whose silence the Vienna mas- 
ter had just got up to his thousand and first reason. 
Now, around Lilar, although not far from Pestitz, his 
father had drawn no chains of prohibition. Liana's night- 
lamp might, perhaps, glimmer a welcome, or at all events 
her harmonica sound one, — yes, her brother might haply 
be still walking round in the garden, — the June night 
was, besides, serene and magnificent. Ah, in short, he 
• started. 



It was late and still"; far out of the sleeping village, 
of which all the lights were extinguished, he could still 
catch the flute-pieces of the clock in the castle upon the 
Pestitz mountain. It was a quickener to him, that his 
road lay for some distance along the Linden-city cause- 
way. He fixed his eyes steadily on the western moun- 
tains, where the stars seemed to fall to her like white 
blossoms. Up on the distant height, the Hercules' 
cross-way, the right arm ran downward and wound 
along through groves and meadows to the blooming 

March on, drunk with joy, full of young, light images, 
through the Italian night, which glimmers and breathes 
its fragrance around thee, and which, as over Hesperia, 
not far from the warm moon, hangs out a golden evening- 
star * in the blue west, as if over the dwelling of the be- 
loved soul ! To thee and thy young eyes the stars as yet 
only shed down hopes, no remembrances ; thou hast in 
thy hand a plucked, stiff apple-twig, full of red buds, 
which, like unhappy beings, become too pale when they 
bloom out ; but thou makest not, as yet, any such appli- 
cations thereof as we do. 

Now he stood glowing and trembling in a dell before 
Lilar, which, however, a singular round wood, of walks 
lined with trees, still hid from his view. The wood grew 
up in the middle to a blooming mount, which was embo- 
somed and encircled so curiously with broad sunflowers, 
festoons of cherries, and glancing silver-poplars and rose- 
trees, that it seemed, by the picturesque ignes-fatui of 
the moon, to be a single, enormous kettle-tree, full of 
fruits and blossoms. Albano was fain to ascend its sum- 
mit, and be, as it were, on the observatory of the heaven, 

* In Italy the stars look not silvery, but golden. 



or Lilar, spread out below ; he found at last in the wood 
an open alley. 

The foliage, with its spiral alleys, wound him round 
into a deeper and deeper night, through which not the 
moon, but only the heat lightnings, could break, with 
which the warm, cloudless heavens were overcharged. 
The magic circles of the mount rose ever smaller and 
smaller out of the leaves into the blossoms, — two naked 
children, among myrtles, had twined their arms caress- 
ingly about each other's bent head, — they were statues 
of Cupid and Psyche, — rosy night-butterflies were lick- 
ing, with their short tongues, the honey-dew from the 
leaves, and the glowworms, like sparks struck off from 
the glow of evening, went trailing like gold threads 
around the rose-bushes ; he climbed amid summits and 
roots behind the aromatic balustrade toward heaven ; but 
the little spiral alley running round with him hung be- 
fore the stars purple night-violets, and hid the deep gar- 
dens with orange summits ; at length he sprang from the 
highest round of his Jacob's-ladder, with all his senses, 
out into an uncovered, living heaven ; a light hill-top, 
only fringed with variegated flower-cups, received and 
cradled him under the stars, and a white altar gleamed 
brightly beside him in the moonlight. 

But gaze down, fiery man, with thy fresh heart, full 
of youth, on the magnificent, immeasurable, enchanted 
Lilar ! A second twilight-world, such as tender tones 
picture to us, an open morning-dream spreads out before 
thee, with high triumphal arches, with whispering laby- 
rinthine walks, with islands of the blest ; the pure snow 
of the sunken moon lingers now only on the groves and 
triumphal gates, and on the silver-dust of the fountain- 
water, and the night, flowing off from all waters and 


vales, swims over the Elysian fields of the heavenly 
realm of shadows, in which, to earthly memory, the un- 
known forms appear like Otaheite-shores, pastoral coun- 
tries, Daphnian groves, and poplar-islands of our present 
world, — wondrous lights glide through the dark foliage, 
and all is one lovely, magic confusion. What mean those 
high, open doors or arches, and the pierced groves and 
the ruddy splendor behind them, and a white child 
sleeping among orange-lilies and gold-flowers, from whose 
cups delicate flames trickle,* as if angels had flown too 
near over them ? The lightnings reveal swans, sleeping 
on the waves under clouds drunk with light, and their 
flaming trains blaze like gold after them in among the 
thick trees,f as goldfishes turn their burning backs out 
of the water, — and even around thy summit, Albano, 
the great eyes of the sunflowers turn on thee their fiery 
looks, as if kindled by the sparks of the glowworms. 

" And in this kingdom of light," thought Albano, trem- 
bling, " the still angel of my future hides himself and glo- 
rifies it, when he appears. where d wellest thou, good 
Liana ? In that white temple ? or in the arbor between 
the rose-fields ? or up there in the green Arcadian sum- 
mer-house ? " If love makes even pangs to be pleas- 
ures, and exalts the shadowy sphere of the earth into a 
starry sphere, O what an enchantment will it lend to 
delight ! Albano could not possibly, in this outer and 
inner splendor, think of Liana as sick ; he represented to 
himself just now only the blissful future, and with a 
yearning embrace knelt down at the altar ; he looked 
toward the glittering garden, and pictured to himself how 

* In a tempestuous atmosphere, little flames are emitted by orange- 
lilies, gold-flowers, sunflowers, Indian pinks, &c. 
t Probably on fluttering gold plates after the birds. 



it would be when he should one day tread with her every 
island of this Eden, — when holy Nature should lay his 
and her hands in one another upon these altar-steps, — 
when he should sketch to her on the way the Hesperia 
of life, the pastoral land of first love, and then its holy 
exultation and its sweet tears, and how he should not 
then be able to look round into the eyes of that most ten- 
der heart, because he should already know that they 
were overflowing with bliss. Just then he saw, in the 
moonshine above the triumphal arches, two illuminated 
forms move like spirits ; but his glowing soul went on 
with its painting, and he imagined to himself how, when 
the nightingales trilled in this Eden, he should look up 
to her and say, in a delirium of love, " O Liana, I bore 
thee long ago in my heart, — once upon that mountain, 
when thou wast sick." . . . 

This startled him, and he came to himself ; he was 
indeed on the mountain, — but he had forgotten the sick- 
ness. Now, kneeling, he threw his arms around the cold 
stone, and prayed for her whom he so loved, and who, 
also, surely had prayed here ; and his head sank, weep- 
ing and darkened, upon the altar. He heard human 
steps approaching down below on the winding hill, and, 
with trembling joy, he thought it might be his father ; 
but he boldly remained on his knees. At last there 
stepped in across the flowery border a tall, bent old man, 
like the noble bishop of Spangenberg ; his calm counte- 
nance smiled full of eternal love, and no pains appeared 
upon it, and it seemed to fear none. The old man, in 
mute gladness, pressed the youth's hands together as a sign 
that he should pray on, knelt down beside him, and that 
ecstasy to which frequent prayer transfigures one spread 
its saintly radiance over that form full of years. Singu- 


lar was this union and this silence. The fragment of the 
moon, which was all that yet jutted above the earth, 
burned darklier, and at last went down ; then the old 
man rose, and, with that easiness of transition which 
comes from being habituated to devotion, put questions 
about Albano's name and residence ; after the answer, 
he merely said, " Pray on thy way to God, the all-gra- 
cious, — and go to sleep before the storm comes." 

Never can that voice and form pass away out of Alba- 
no's heart ; the soul of the old man peered, like the sun 
in an annular eclipse, shining, full circle, out over the 
dark body, which strove to hide it with its earth-mould. 
Deeply struck, to the very roots of his nerves, Albano 
rose, and the broadening flashes of the lightning showed 
him now, down below near the enchanted garden, a sec- 
ond dark, entangled, horrible one, a sort of Tartarus 
to the Elysium. He departed with singular and con- 
flicting emotions, — the future, and the beings therein, 
appeared to him, on his way, to stand very near, and 
already to run to and fro like theatre lights behind the 
transparent curtain, — and he longed for some weighty 
enterprise as a refreshment for his inflamed heart; but 
he had to rest his head, full of this heath-fire, on the 
pillow, and the high thunder, like a god of the night, 
mingled with its first claps in his dreams. 

24. CYCLE. 

THE unknown old man lingered many days in Al- 
bano's soul, and would not stir. In fact, the chan- 
nel of his life now needed a bend, to break the stress of 
the stream. >Fate can educate men like him only by a 
change of circumstances, just as it can weak ones only 



by a continuance of the same. For if it went on much 
longer in this way, and the chandelier in his temple 
should, by inner earthquakes, be thrown into ever in- 
creasing vibrations, the consequence would be, at last, 
that no* candle could any longer burn therein. What 
Imperial-Diet-grievances did not Wehrfritz and Hafen- 
reffer already jointly present on the subject, when the 
shipmaster Blanchard, in Blumenbühl, went up with his 
aerostatic soap-bubbles, and Zesara could hardly, by al- 
most the absolute despotism of the Director, be kept 
back from embarking ! And how divine a thing does he 
not imagine it would be, not only to hurl down to the 
earth its iron rings and arrest warrants, and soar away, 
perpendicularly, above all its market-rubbish and bound- 
ary-trees and Hercules'-pillars, and sweep around it as a 
constellation, but also to hover above the magic Lilar 
and the hermetically-sealed Linden-city with devouring 
eyes, and to lift a whole, full, heavy world to his thirsty 
heart, by the handle of a single look ! 

But fate broke the falL of this swift stream. Namely, 
as good luck would have it, the Blumenbühl church had 
this long time been daily threatening to tumble down, — 
and I was wishing the Whitsuntide lightning had gone 
in there, and had made ears and legs for the building 
committee, — when by still greater good luck the old 
Prince was taken sick. Now in the church was the 
hereditary sepulchre of the Prince, which could not 
conveniently serve, on the other hand, as the hereditary 
sepulchre of the church. 

About this time it must needs happen that the old 
Princess, with the Minister Froulay, passed through the 
village. The two had long since commissioned them 
selves as Imperial vicars, business-agents, and sceptre- 


bearers of tlie State, because the feeble old gentleman 
had been glad to give up the amusements and burdens, 
the glitter and weight of the crown, and admit those two 
feudal guardians into the hereditary office of the sceptre. 
In short, the age of the church, together with that of the 
princely couple, decided the building of a new roofing 
and covering for the vault. 

The Provincial-Director was one of the inspecting 
committee, and invited the distinguished company to his 
house ; among whom, the Provincial architect, Dian, and 
the Counsellor of Art, Fraischdörfer, as artist, and the 
little princess as naturalist, are particularly to be no- 

The poor dancing-master got wind of the procession 
through a telescope, just as he was stretching his feet, 
full of pas, into a warm foot-bath. It will not gratify 
anybody, that the Vienna gentleman had but one thing 
in common with the old Magister, — what the Devil 
shares with the horse, namely, the foot, which measured 
its good foot and a half, Paris measure, and that, there- 
fore, his double root, in the narrow forcing-pots of shoes, 
shot out into a fruit-bearing, knotty-stock, full of inocu- 
lating eyes, i. e. corns. To-day he would have cut these 
gordian knots in a foot-bath ; but, as it was, he must, 
on occasion of such a visit, — although he had never 
stretched them, — put on his tightest children's shoes, for 
effect. Thus are men often caught with too tight shoes, 
as monkeys are with too heavy ones. 

Albano, on the contrary, stood in buskins. In general, 
every one who simply came from Pestitz, had, in his eyes, 
consecrated holy earth on his soles ; and here he looked 
with the loving reverence of a village youth upon a 
somewhat pldish, but red-cheeked and tall-built princess, 
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whose chin was bent up by time, and whose friendly face 
— perhaps, by way of hiding the many wrinkles — was 
buried deep in a whole bush of millinery. She kept this 
head moving to and fro with a smiling comparison, as of 
brother and sister, between him and Rabette ; for mothers 
always look, in mothers, for the children first. He should 
have further known that he had before him a friend of 
Liana in the frizzle-headed little princess, who, although 
already of his age, yet with a friendly liveliness, which 
can never be subscribed to by the court-marshalship, 
looked up at all, and even took Rabette by the hand, and 
drew from her an indescribably good-natured and stiff 
smile. The formidable one of the party was to him the 
Minister, a man full of strong parts, both of body and 
soul, full of furious, murderous passions, only that they 
lay bound with flowery chains, and with respect to whom, 
although his hard face was written over only out of court- 
liness with the twelve friendly signs of the zodiac of love, 
it would not be specially apparent how one could be 
father and guide to the weak-nerved Liana, when the 
iron parts, of which man carries more in his blood than 
any other animal, had settled, not as in the case of Götz 
of Berlichingen, into his hand, but into his brow and 

I give merely a flying glance at tfoe only member of 
the company who was intolerable to Albano, — the art- 
counsellor, Fraischdörfer, who had thrown off his face, 
like the drapery of the ancients, into folds of simple and 
noble greatness. This man, I must explain, had wanted 
for many years to have our bashful little hero sit to him, 
even to the very pit of his stomach, in order to represent, 
whether in a crayon likeness or a medallion I know not, 
his face, and the broad, high, Plato-like breast shining out 



from his shirt-frills. But the bashful child played about 
himself with his hands and feet so lustily, that nothing 
could possibly be caught and copied except the naked face 
without the pedestal, the thorax. Before me, on the con- 
trary, dear academy, must thou now for years keep thy- 
self on the model-stand, like a stylite, and expose to my 
drawing-pen thy head and thy breast, together with its 
cubic contents, not to mention the groupings at all. 

He had, perhaps, to thank his noble form for it, that 
the beautifully built, straight-nosed, and magnificently 
slender Dian — with his raven hair and black, eagle eye, 
who in every pliant motion showed a higher freedom of 
carriage than is gained in ball-rooms and court-saloons — 
came up to him warmly, and, with very few glances, saw 
to the green bottom of the deep but clear sea of the 
young man, and discerned the pearl-banks there. Alba- 
no, with his too loud, vehement voice, — with his respect- 
ful but sharply-moving eyes, — with his rooted posture, — 
expressed an agreeable mixture of inward culture and 
ascendency with external rustic modesty and mildness, 
like a tulip-tree not as yet cut up for a tulip-bed, — a 
rural hermitage and log-house with golden furniture. He 
had the faults of youth in its recluseness ; but men and 
winter radishes must be sowed far apart, in order that 
they may grow large : men and trees that stand near to- 
gether have, it is true, a more slender and tapering trunk, 
but no power to brave the tempest, nor such a rich crown 
and branching as those that stand free. With the most 
unembarrassed heartiness, the architect disclosed to the 
glowing youth, " They should from this time forth see 
each other every week, since he was to come daily to 
oversee the building of the church." 

The whole Wehrfritz household is now peeping out 


after the majestic procession, even to the last disappear- 
ing chariot-wheel, and is, of course, eager to say three 
words upon the lavender-water of joy that leaves such a 
fragrance behind it, which the procession had sprinkled 
into all corners and upon all pieces of furniture. From 
the Master of exercises — who, with the compression-ma- 
chines on his feet, stood only so far as the excrescences 
in Purgatory, but from there up to the crown of his head 
in heaven (because the affable Princess had remembered 
very well his five positions) — even to the modest Ra- 
bette, the eulogist of her victorious rival, — and even to 
Albina, who was agreeably impressed with such warm, 
motherly love in a Fürstinn toward the Princess, — and 
even to the Director, who looked back with pleasure on 
the nobly sustained blade- and anchor-proof of his foster- 
son and the universal probity of this converted portion of 
the great world, because the man never observed that 
Princes and Ministers, just as they have in their ward- 
robes mountain- and mining-habits, so also carry about 
in their dressing-chamber Directorate-dresses, furred 
gowns of justice, eonsistorial sheep-skins, and women's 
opera-dresses ; — from all these, even to the Director, the 
glad echo swelled, to die away in Zesara with an alarm- 
cannon. His ambition took arms ; his liberty-tree shot 
forth into blossoms ; the standards of his youthful wishes 
were consecrated and flung to the breeze of heaven ; and 
on the myrtle crown he covered a heavy helm with a glit- 
tering, high-waving, plumed crest. . . . 

The following Cycle is composed merely for the pur- 
pose of showing how all this is to be taken. 



25. CYCLE. 

IT is also my opinion that the antiphonious double choir 
of the two educational colleagues, Wehmeier and Fal- 
terle, had hitherto trained our Norman, as well as two 
similar gymnasiarchs, Governess England and domestic 
French instructress France, have actually educated the 
charity-school-girl Germany according to the best school- 
books, so that now we, in our turn, are in a condition to 
school the Poles, and, with the ferule, from the desk of 
our princely schools, to kantschu them down as much as 
is necessary. 

But now too much had waked up in Albano. He felt 
overswelling energies which found no teacher. His 
father, roving round through Italy, seemed to be neglect- 
ing him. That seat of the muses, Pestitz, — which now 
had one more muse added to its number, — seemed to be 
unjustly barred against him. Often he knew not how to 
stay away. Fancy, heart, blood, and ambition were at 
boiling heat. In such a case, as in every fermenting 
cask, nothing is more dangerous than an empty space, 
whether from a want of knowledge or of occupation. 

Dian filled up the cask. 

He came each week from the city, as if he had to ar- 
range the hammer-work of the church, according to plans, 
as well as the building of its walls. A youth who sees 
his first Greek cannot, at the outset, rightly believe it at 
all ; he takes him for a classic glorification, — a printed 
sheet out of Plutarch. And if his heart burns like that 
of my hero, and if his Greek is of Spartan descent, like 
Dian, — namely, an unconquered 3Iainotte, who has been 
brought up in the classic double choir of the aesthetic 
singing-schools in Atiniah (Athens) and Rome, — then is 



it natural that the inspired youth should stand every day 
in the dust- and rubbish-clouds of the falling church-walls, 
and wait to see his commander come forth from behind the 
cloudy pillar. 

Dian accompanied his beloved in his walks, often read 
half the night with him, and took him with him on the 
architectural journeys which he had constantly to make 
into the country. He introduced him with inspired rev- 
erence into the holy world of Homer and of Sophocles, 
and went with him among the loftier beings of this twin 
Prometheus, those nobly formed, completely developed 
men, yet unperverted by a partial provincial culture, who, 
like Solomon, had a time for everything human, — for 
laughing, weeping, eating, fearing, and hoping, — and 
who shunned merely rude immoderateness ; who sacrificed 
on the altars of all gods, but on that of Nemesis first of 
all. And Dian, whose inner man was a whole, from 
which no member is torn away, no one swollen, and all 
fully grown, himself went round with his darling as such 
a Greek of Homer and Sophocles. While Wehmeier 
and the foster-parents were always running after him 
with a pulpit and a pew, at every passionate expression 
of anger, or desire, or exultation, he, on the contrary, with 
fair, liberal freedom, made room for him to unfold himself 
to his full breadth and height. He respected in the youth 
the St. Elmo's or St. Helena's fire, as he did frost in an 
old man : the heart of vigorous men, he thought, must, 
like a porcelain vase, in the beginning, be turned too 
large and too wide ; in the furnace of the world it would 
soon enough shrink up to a proper size. I too require 
of youth, at first, intolerance, then, after some years, tol- 
erance, • — that as the stony, sour fruit of a strong young 
heart, this as the soft winter-fruit of an older head. 


But while the Architect drew with him, and with him 
examined casts of the antiques and works of art, he at 
the same time made manifest most beautifully to the 
youth his love for the artistical sign of the Balance in 
man (who ought to be his own work of art), and his aver- 
sion to every paroxysm, which breaks the outward beauty 
as well as the inward into folds and wrinkles, and his 
desire to regulate his form and his heart after the lofty 
pattern of repose on the antiques. 

The Architect, as artists often do, and the Swiss still 
oftener, preserved European culture and rural naivete 
and simplicity side by side, like his beloved profession, 
wherein, more than in other arts, beauty and surveying 
reason border upon each other ; he therefore at first let 
Albano look in and listen at the window of the philo- 
sophical lecture-hall from without, standing in the open 
air. He led him, not into the stone-quarry, lime-pit, and 
timber-yard of metaphysics, but directly into the ready- 
made, beautiful oratory, formed of the materials thence 
collected, otherwise called Natural Theology. He did 
not let him forge and solder ring after ring of any iron 
chain of reasoning, but showed such a one to him as a 
deep-reaching well-chain, whereby Truth, sitting at the 
bottom, is to be drawn up ; or as a chain hanging from 
heaven, whereby the lower gods (the philosophers) are to 
draw Jupiter down. In short, the skeleton and muscle- 
preparation of metaphysics he concealed in the God-man 
of religion. And so it should be (in the beginning) ; 
grammar is learned from language more easily than the 
latter from the former ; criticism from works of art, the 
skeleton from the body, more easily than the reverse ; 
although we always do reverse it. Unfortunate is it for 
the youth of our day, that they are obliged to shake the 



drops and the insects from the tree of knowledge, before 
the fruit. 

And now he boldly threw open to him all the chamber- 
doors of the philosophical schools, i. e. the three heavens ; 
for in this youthful season one still takes the wick of 
every learned light of the world for asbestos, as Brahmins 
dress themselves in asbestos ; and the masses of ice 
around the poles of our spiritual world represent, at this 
early age, like the actual ones in the visible world, cities 
and temples on azure-blue columns. 

Now when Albano had read himself to the flaming point 
upon some great idea or other, as Immortality or Deity, 
he had then to write upon it ; because the Architect be- 
lieved, and I too, that in the educational world nothing 
goes beyond writing, — not even reading and speaking ; 
and that a man may read thirty years with less improve- 
ment than he would gain by writing a half. It is just 
in this way that we authors mount to such heights ; 
hence it is that even the worst of us, if we hold out, be- 
come somewhat, at last, and write ourselves up from 
Schilda to Abdera, and from there away up to Grub 

But what a glowing hour then came on for our darling ! 
What are all Chinese lantern-festivals to the high festi- 
val for which an inflamed youth lights up all the cham- 
bers of his brain, and in this illumination throws out his 
first essays ? 

In the forepart, and on the very threshold of the essay 
perhaps, Albano still crept along step by step, and made 
use merely of his head; but as he got further on, and 
his heart quivered with wings, and like a comet he must 
needs sweep along before only shimmering constellationt 
of great truths, could he then restrain himself from imi- 



taring the rosy-red Flamingo, who, in his passage towards 
the sun, seems to paint himself into a flying brand, and 
to clothe himself in wings of -fire ? When at length he 
reached the practical application, verily every one was 
like the others ; in each he formed and sowed an Arcadia 
full of human angels, who in three minutes could cross 
over on a Charon's pontoon thrown in for the purpose, 
and land in the Elysium which floated so near : in every 
one of these practical applications all men were saints, 
all saints beatified ; all mornings blossoms, and all even- 
ings fruit; Liana perfectly well, and he not far from it — 
her lover ; — all nations ascended more easily the noon- 
day heights ; and he upon his own, like men upon moun- 
tains, saw everything good nearer to him. Ah ! the 
whole boggy present, full of stumps and blood-suckers, 
had he kicked aside, and was now encircled only with 
floating green worlds, full of pastures, which the sun-ball 
of his head had projected into the ether. 

Blissful, blissful time ! thou hast long since gone by ! 
O, the years in which man reads and makes his first 
poems and systems, when the spirit creates and blesses 
its first worlds, and when, full of fresh morning-thoughts, 
it sees the first constellations of truth come up bringing 
an eternal splendor, and stand ever before the longing 
heart, which has enjoyed them, and to which time, by 
and by, offers only astronomical newspapers and refrac- 
tion-tables on the morning-stars, only antiquated truths 
and rejuvenated lies ! O, then was man, like a fresh, 
thirsty child, suckled and reared with the milk of wis- 
dom ; at a later period he is only cured with it, as a 
withered, sceptical, hectic patient ! But thou canst, in- 
deed, never come back again, glorious season of first love 

for the truth, and these sighs can only give me a warmer 



remembrance of thee ; and if thou ever shouldst return, 
it certainly could not be down here in the low mine-shaft 
of life, where our morning splendor consists of the little 
flames that play upon the quartz crystals, and our sun is 
a mine-lamp, — no ; but it may happen then, when death 
reveals us, and tears away from over the heads of the 
pale-yellow workmen the coffin-lid of the mine-shaft, and 
we now again stand as first men on a new, full earth, 
and under a fresh, immeasurable heaven ! 

Into this golden age of his heart fell also his acquaint- 
ance with Rousseau and Shakespeare, of whom the 
former exalted him above his century, and the latter 
above this life. I will not say here how Shakespeare 
ruled, sovereign, in his heart, — not through the breathing 
of living characters, but by lifting him up out of the loud 
kingdom of earth into the silent realm of infinity. When 
one dips his head at night under water, there is an awful 
stillness round about him ; into a similar supernatural 
stillness of the under-world does Shakespeare intro- 
duce us. 

What many schoolmasters may blame in Dian is this, 
that he gave the youth all books indiscriminately, with- 
out any exact course of reading. But Alban asked, in 
later years : " Is such a course anything but folly ? Is it 
possible? For does Fate ever arrange the appearance 
of new books, or systems, or teachers, or outward circum- 
stances, or conversations, so according to paragraphs, 
that one needs nothing more than to transcribe all that 
passes upon the memory, and he shall have the order 
into the bargain ? Does not every head need and make 
its own ? And does more depend on the order in which 
the meats follow each other, or on the digestion of 
them ? " 


26. CYCLE. 

WHILE Dian was causing a nobler temple to go 
up in the heavens than the stone one in the 
village, the Princess, whose Castrum doloris this was to 
be, died ; they had, therefore, to deposit her remains for 
a time in the accommodations of a Pestitz church. This 
changed one or two thousand things. The Crown-prince 
of Hohenfliess, Luigi, must now, will he nill he, come back 
from Italy, to the princely chair, in which the old man, bent 
up with years, had, for a long time, diminutive and speech- 
less, been rather lying than sitting, — although the Minister 
standing behind the princely arm-chair took off his figure 
and voice in a sufficiently lively manner. Don Gaspard, 
who had not listened to any of the previous letters of Al- 
bano, now despatched to him the following orders, which 
rushed like fiery wine through his veins : " On my way 
back from Italy we meet, in thy birthplace, Isola Bella. 
Thou wilt be sent for." Even readers who have not had 
a week's practice in folding and sealing letters of a diplo- 
matic corps, will easily observe that the Knight of the 
Fleece is thinking to bring his son acquainted with the 
young prince, and to establish and insure their first Pes- 
titz connections. 

But I beg the world now to measure the Paradise of 
a man, who after so long seafaring at last sees the long 
shores of the new world stretch out into the ocean. 
Was not life at this moment open to him in a hundred 
directions ? Laurel-wreaths, ivy-wreaths, flower-wreaths, 
myrtle-wreaths, wheat-garlands, — all these crowns over- 
hung the great gate of Pestitz and its house-doors. Thou 
brother, thou sister, (I mean Roquairol and Liana,) what 
a full, yearning soul was marching to meet you ! and 

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what a dreaming and innocent one ! Homer and Sopho- 
cles, and the ancient history and Dian, and Rousseau, 
that magus of youth, — and Shakespeare and the British 
weeklies (wherein a higher and more human poesy 
speaks than in their abstract poems), — all these had left 
behind in the happy youth an everlasting light, an un- 
paralleled purity, wings for every Mount Tabor, and 
the fairest but most difficult wishes. He resembled, 
not the urbane French, who, like ponds, reflect the hue 
of the nearest bank, but those loftier men, who, like the 
sea, wear the color of the boundless heavens. 

In fact, now was the ripest, best point of time for his 
change". Through Dian and his journeys, even Albano's 
exterior man had been trained to grace in strangers' apart- 
ments. Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are 
smoothest ; besides, there remained sticking on Zesara dia- 
mond-points enough at which mediocrity stumbles and is 
wounded, and even uncommon worth is an uncommon fault, 
— as high towers, for that very reason, appear bent over, 
Zesara learned, even outside the circle of country young- 
sters, a readiness of ideas and words, which formerly 
stood at his service only in a state of enthusiasm ; for 
wit, generally a foe of the latter, was with him merely a 
servant and child thereof. He did not, like witty suck- 
lings, coquette with all ideas, but he was either beset 
by them or not touched at all; hence came that silent, 
slow, unostentatious ripening of his power ; he resembled 
mountains of a gradual ascent, which always yield more 
booty than those which rise abruptly. With great trees, 
the seed is smaller and in spring the blossoms later than 
in the case of small bushes. 

The time ere -Gaspard's messenger came to take him 
away was to the detained youth an eternity, and the vil- 



läge a prison ; it shrivelled up to the household-buildings 
of a convent. The hidden plan of his life, written, how- 
ever, by encaustic into his brain, was, as with all such 
young men, this, to be and do nothing more than — 
everything; that is to say, to bless, to glorify, and to 
enlighten at once himself and a country, — to be a Fred- 
erick II. upon the throne ; in other words, a storm-cloud, 
which should contain thunders of excommunication for 
the sinner, electrical light for the deaf, blind, and lame, 
showers for the insects, and warm drops for thirsty 
flowers, hail for enemies, an attraction for everything, 
for leaves and dust, and a rainbow for the end. Now, 
as he could not succeed Frederick IL, he proposes to 
be hereafter minister at least, — especially as Wehrfritz 
made so much out of this by-sceptre, — this offshoot and 
chip of the mother sceptre, — and in his spare hours a 
great poet and philosopher withal. 

I shall be delighted, Count, if thou shouldst become a 
second Frederick, the second and only ; my book will 
profit by it and I myself mould my future thereby as a 
rare historiographer, compounded of Zenophon, Curtius, 
and Voltaire ! 

27. CYCLE. 

ZESARA will never forget the spring evening, on 
which he saw a passenger in a greatcoat, — a little 
limping and covered with brown travelling-paint, to 
which his white eyeballs formed a shining contrast, — 
wade across the shallow brook beside the high bridge, 
and how, further, the passenger took with him a watch- 
man's cane which the then Lieutenant of the Beggar's 
Police had just leaned against his house-door, a vicarious 
fellow-laborer, and handed the said cane, on his way, to a 

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cripple, with the words : " Old man, I have nothing by me 
smaller than the stick. If anybody asks you about it, 
just tell them you are keeping guard in the village 
against the confounded beggar tribe, but have not eyes 
enough." At the same time our pilgrim reached out to a 
rector's little son, who needed it for about three minutes, 
his pocket-handkerchief. 

It was of course our old Librarian of Titles, Schoppe, 
whom Don Gaspard had despatched with the note of 
invitation for Isola Bella. Albano's delight was so great, 
that only some days later did the youth mistake the odd 
humorist, whereas the latter soon correctly weighed the 
light, ardent, still wildling. Did it not fare still worse 
with the old Provincial Director, who, merely because he 
rated the body politic of the Empire as high as if he were 
the installed soul therein, upon Schoppe's sallies against 
the constitution, came out in a patriotic fury : " Sir," said 
he, in an excited manner, " even if there were a flaw any- 
where, still a true German would be bound to maintain 
a profound silence on the subject, unless he can help the 
matter, especially in such cursed times." 

The finest of all was, that, at Luigi's request, the Ar- 
chitect had to set out at the same time, for the purpose 
of fetching casts of antiques from Rome. 

And now march on, that soon ye may come back again, 
and we may at last for once fairly enter Pestitz ! It may 
well be expected that thou, good child (I should rather 
say, wild-bee), wilt take thy flight from the rural honey- 
tree into the glass beehive of the city, with deeper pangs 
than thou hadst imagined beforehand, — has not even the 
old foster-father gone off on his journey without saying 
his farewell, only to escape thine ? — and, as to thy good 
mother, it seems to her as if one of the angry Parcaj 


were tearing a son from her breast, as if his tender love- 
bond, woven only of childish familiarity, would not stretch 
out into the far future, — and thy sister locks herself up 
in the attic, her rustic heart raging with fiery torments, 
and cannot say anything to thee, nor give thee anything, 
but a letter-case previously and privately worked by her 
with the silken circumscription : " Remember us ! * and 
even on thy laurel-seeking head will the triumphal arch or 
rainbow of leave-taking, when thou passest under it, fling 
down heavy, heavy drops, (ah, they will continue to hang 
longer on the eyes that look after thee !) thy honest old 
teacher Wehmeier will pour out upon thee the last stream 
of his words and tears, and say, and thy tender heart will 
not smile at it : " He is a worn out, old fellow, and has now 
nothing before him but the hole (the grave) ; thou, on the 
contrary, art a fresh, young blood, full of languages and 
antiquities and magnificent, god-given talents, — of course 
he shall not live to see thee make a famous man, but his 
children well may; and these poor worms, — thou must 
one day adopt them, young master ! " 

Thou pure soul, on every familiar house, on every dear 
garden and valley will sorrow, indeed, sharpen her clasp- 
knife, and tear open therewith softly gushing wounds in 
thy glowing, tender heart. What do I say ? even from 
thy friendly morning- and evening-heights, the nunnery- 
gratings of thy holiest hopes, and from Liana herself, 
thou wilt seem to be stealing away. 

But cast thy weeping eyes over the broad, blue Italy, 
and dry them in the spring breezes Life begins, — the 
signals for the martial exercises and tournaments of 
manly youth are given, and, in the midst of the Olympic 
battle-games, thou wilt hear the music of neighboring 
concert- and dancing-halls magnificently pealing around 



What phantasies are these I am playing here ? What ! 
is it not more than too well known to all of us, that he 
has been gone this long time, ever since the very first 
Jubilee-period, — yes, and come back again, and has al- 
ready, ever since the second — and we are now counting 
the fourth — been sitting in company with the Librarian 
and the Lector, on horseback, before Pestitz, unable to 
get in, on account of the barricade of the 


Grand-Entry. — Dr. Sphex. — The drumming Corpse. — The 
Letter of the Knight. — Retrogradation of the Dying- 
Day. —Julienne. — The still Good-Friday of Old Age. — 
The healthy and bashful hereditary Prince. — Roquai- 
rol. — The Blindness. — Sphex's Predilection for Tears. 
— The fatal Banquet. — The Doloroso of Love. 

28. CYCLE. 

HEN he came to the fork of the road, of 
which the right prong points to Lilar, Al- 
bano, with a somewhat heavy heart, spurred 
his horse across, and flew up the hill, till 
the bright city, like an illuminated St. Peter's dome, 
blazed far and wide in this spring night of his fancies. 
It lay, like a giant, with its shoulders (the upper city) 
resting on the heights, and stretched its other half (the 
lower city) down into the valley. It was noon, and not 
a cloud in heaven ; at noonday a city stands before you 
in full, white disk, whereas a village does not, until even- 
ing, come out of its first quarter into full light. It was 
well fortified, not by Eimpler or Vauban, but by a bloom- 
ing palisade of lindens. The long wall of the palaces of 
the mountain-city gleamed from above a welcome to our 
Albano, and the statues, on their Italian roofs, directed 
themselves towards him as way-guides and criers of joy ; 
over all the palaces ran the iron framework of the light- 




ning-rods, like a throne-scaffolding of the thunder, with 
golden sceptre-points ; down along the side of the moun- 
tain lay camped the lower city, by the side of the stream 
between shady avenues, with its gay facades towards the 
streets, and its white back turned toward Nature ; car- 
penters were hammering away like a forge on the green- 
sward among the peeled trunks of trees, and the children 
were clattering round w r ith the birch-bark ; cloth-makers 
were stretching out green cloths like bird-nets in the sun ; 
from the distance came white-covered carriers'-wagons 
jogging along the country-road, and by the sides of the 
way shorn sheep were grazing under the w r arm shadow 
of the rich, bright linden-blossoms, — and over all these 
groups the noonday chime of bells from the dear, famil- 
iar towers (those relics and light-houses that gleamed out 
of the dusk of his earlier days), floated like one all- 
embracing and animating soul, and called together the 
friendly throngs of people. 

Contemplate the heated face of my hero, who at last 
is riding into the open streets, built up in his fancy of 
temples of the sun, where, who knows but that at every 
long window, on every balcony, Liana may be standing ? 
where the lying or prophetic riddles of Isola Bella must 
be unravelled, — where all household gods and household 
fates of his nearest future lie hid, — where now the 
Mont Blanc of the Court and the Alps of Parnassus, 
both of which he has to climb, lie with their feet stretch- 
ing close before him. All this would have oppressed me 
not a little ; but in the young man, especially before the 
chandelier of the sun, a shower of light gushed down. 
O, when the morning-wind of youth blows, the inner 
mercury-column stands high, even though the external 
weather be not of the best. 



Few of us, when we have gone on horseback to the 
academy, may have happened into such a refreshing stir 
as met my hero : chimney-sweeps were singing away 
overhead out of their pulpits and black holes to the pass- 
ers below, and a building-orator,* on the ridgepole of a 
new house, was exorcising the future conflagration, and 
quenching one in his own breast, and slinging the glass 
fire-bucket far over the scaffolding ; yes, when we have 
ridden with our hero through the laughing congregation 
of the roof-preacher, and through the ranks of blooming 
sons of the Muses,f who stand arm in arm, among whom 
Alban sent round his fiery eye to find his Roquairol, — 
after all this, when we reach his future residence, a new 
clamor salutes our ears. 

It came from the Land-physicus | Sphex, his future 
landlord, who is to resign to him half his palace (for the 
Doctor is made wealthy by his cures), because the house 
lies exactly in the highest part of the upper city, or the 
Westminster of the Court ; while in the lower town are 
domiciled the students and the city. The short, thick-set 
Dr. Sphex was standing, as our trio rode up, by the side 
of a tall man, who sat upon a stone bench, and held in 
readiness two drum-sticks upon a child's drum. At a 
signal from Sphex, the tall man beat a faint roll upon his 
drum, and the Doctor said to him, calmly, " Vagabond ! " 
Although Sphex had turned round a little toward the 
loud, approaching horsemen, still he soon made him go 
on with his tattooing, and said, " Scoundrel ! " but during 
the last beat he just hastily slipped in, " Scamp ! " 

* One who dedicated a new house (somewhat as we name a ship). 
The glass fire-bucket which quenched the inner conflagration was prob- 
ably the wine-glass or beer-tumbler. — Tr. 

t Collegians. — Tr. 

X Provincial Physician. — Tr. 


The horsemen dismounted ; the Doctor led them, with- 
out ceremony, into the house, after he had given the 
drummer a hint, with his hand, not to stir. He opened 
them their four (or twelve) walls, and said, coldly, " Step 
into your three cavities." Albano marched out of the 
warm splendor of day into the cool, purple Erebus of the 
red-hung chamber, as into a picture-hall of painting 
dreams, into a silver-hut, as it were, for the dark mine- 
work of his life. He recognized therein the open hand 
of his rich father, from the pictures of the carpet to the 
alabaster statues on the wall ; and in the cabinet he found, 
among the gifts of his foster-parents, all his poetical and 
philosophical text-books, which had been sent after him, — 
fair reflections from the still land of youth, left far be- 
hind him by his journey, in whose flower-vases only con- 
cordias had hitherto bloomed, whereas now wild rockets 
must be planted in them. Then (not the goddess of night 
her mantle, but) the goddess of twilight threw her veil 
over his eye, and, in the clare-obscure, made the forms 
of youth — many of them armed, many crowned, a troop 
of fates and graces — beset his heart, which had hitherto 
been so calm, with their arms and levers, until it became 
soft and languid for three minutes ; verily, to a youth, 
especially this one, the sea-storms, those favorites of the 
painter, the laboring volcanoes of the natural philosopher, 
and the comets of the astronomer, are full as precious, in 
the moral world, as they are to them in the physical. 

Albano, now separated from Liana only by streets and 
days, almost feared his dreamy raptures might betray 
their object. "Any letters?" inquired the Lector, in 
his short manner, abbreviated for the sake of adaptation 
to citizens. "Bring it up, Van Swieten ! " said Sphex, 
to a little son, who, with two others, named Boerhave 


and Galen, had hitherto been acting as a corresponding 
deciphering-chancery to the new guests behind a cur- 
tain. " Our old Lord," added Sphex, at once, as if it 
had some connection with the letter, " has done lording 
it at last ; for five days he has been dead as a mouse, as 
I long ago predicted." " The old Prince ? " asked Au- 
gusti, with astonishment. " But why have I not yet 
remarked anything of funeral bells, knockers hung with 
black, bottles of tears, and lamentation in the city ? " in- 
quired Schoppe. 

The Physicus explained. Namely, he had, as physi- 
cian in ordinary, prophesied, with sufficient boldness, 
the third day's dying of the old prince, and happily hit 
it. Only as, exactly one day after the mournful event, 
his successor, Luigi, proposed to make his entrance into 
Pestitz, and, as the announcement of the high death 
would have extinguished, with lachrymal-vessels, the 
whole oil-fed illumination in honor of the son, and hung 
the flowery triumphal arches with mourning-weeds, the 
people had not been willing, although to the greatest dis- 
advantage of the prophetic Sphex, to let matters get wind 
before the new prince had had his reception, just as that 
Greek, at the news of his son's death, postponed mourn- 
ing till after the completion of his thanksgiving sacrifice. 
Sphex protested that he had many years before fixed, in 
the case of the illustrious deceased, the nativity of his con- 
sumption by his white teeth,* and never had he hit a 
death-hour better than at that time ; he would, however, 
leave it to any and every man to decide whether a phy- 
sician, who has made his prophecy everywhere known, 
can spin much silk in a period of such political embezzle- 

* According to Camper, hectic patients have very white and fair 


ment, " But," replied Schoppe, a if people continue to 
carry along their deceased monarchs, like their dead sol- 
diers, as if they were alive, in the ranks ; still they can 
hardly do otherwise ; for as in the case of great men it 
is generally so plaguy hard to prove that they are living, 
so is it also no easy thing to make out when they are 
dead ; coldness and stiffness and corruption prove too 
little. To be sure, one may, perhaps, conceal royal 
death-beds for the same reason which led the Persians to 
hide royal graves, in order to abridge as much as possi- 
ble for the poor children, the people, the bitter interval 
between the death and the new inauguration. Yes, as ac- 
cording to a legal fiction the king never dies, we have to 
thank God that we ever learn the fact at all, and that it 
does not fare with his death as with the death of the quite 
as immortal Voltaire, which the Paris journalists were not 
permitted, by any means, to announce." 

Van Swieten and Boerhave and Galen, after staying 
out a long while, brought in a letter for Albano, with 
Gaspard's seal ; he tore it open, with the unsuspecting 
eagerness of youth, without a glance at the cover; but 
the Lector took that into his hand and turned it over and 
over like a Post-Office Clerk, Doctor of Heraldry, and 
Keeper of the Seal, as was his custom at the inquest of 
sphragistic wounds, and gently shook his head over the 
badly renewed and patched patent of nobility, namely, 
the impression of the arms on the wax. " Have the 
youngsters done any injury to the seal ? " said Sphex. 
" My father, also," said Albano, reading to conceal an 
agitation which reached even to the outer man, and 
which a flight of heavy thoughts had suddenly occasioned 
among all his inner twigs, " has already heard of the 
Prince's death." At that Augusti shook his head still 



more ; for as Sphex had previously jumped at once from 
the subject of the letter to that of the Prince's death, this 
leap almost presupposed the reading of the same. Let 
my reader deduce from this the rule, to take the distance 
of two tones, from one to the other of which people jump 
in his presence, and to infer from that the intermediate 
and connecting tone between the two, which they wish to 

At present it was very well for the Count that the 
Doctor showed the tutors their apartments ; ah, his soul, 
already staggering with the events of the past day, was 
now so intensely tossed by the contents of the letter ! 

29. CYCLE. 

WHEN Sphex opened the Librarian's room for 
him, the said room was already occupied with 
a box of vipers (also arrived from Italy), with three- 
quarters of a hundred weight of flax, a white hoop- 
petticoat, and three silk shoes, with the holes punched, 
belonging to the doctoress, and a supply of camomile. 
The medical married couple had thought the pedagogical 
couple nested together ; but Schoppe replied admirably 
well, and almost with some irony toward the more politely 
treated Augusti : " The more powerful and intellectual 
and great two men are, so much the less can they bear 
each other under one ceiling, as great insects, which live 
on fruits, are unsocial (for example, in every hazel-nut 
there sits only one chafer), whereas the little ones, which 
only live on leaves, — for instance, the leaf-lice, — cleave to- 
gether nest-wise." Zesara would by all means have been 
glad to hold to his insatiable heart the friend whom fate 
had placed thereupon, constantly in every situation and 



season as a brother-in-arms ; but Sclioppe has the right 
of it. Friends, lovers, and married people must have 
everything else in common, but not a chamber. The 
gross requisitions and trifling incidents of bodily presence 
gather as lamp-smoke around the pure, white flame of 
love. As the echo is always of more syllables the farther 
off our call starts, so must the soul from which we desire 
a fairer echo not be too near ours ; and hence the near- 
ness of souls increases with the distance of bodies. 

The Doctor caused his noisy children to run like a 
cleansing stream through the Augean stable; but he 
went down again to the drummer, with whom, according 
to his own story, his connection stood thus : Sphex had 
already, several years before, ventured certain peculiar 
conjectures upon the secretion of fat and the diameter 
of the fat-cells, in a treatise which he would not publish 
till he could append to it the anatomical drawings there- 
unto appertaining, for which he was awaiting the dissec- 
tion and injection of the drummer that sat there. This 
sickly, simple, flabby man, named Malt, he had a year 
since, when certain symptoms of exophthalmy attached to 
him, taken to board gratis, on condition that he should 
let himself be dissected when he was dead. Unfor- 
tunately Sphex has found, for a considerable time, that 
the corpse daily falls away and dries up from the likeness 
of an eel to a horned-snake ; and he cannot possibly make 
out what does it, since he allows him nothing emaciating, 
neither thinking, nor motion, nor passions, sensibility, 
vinegar, nor anything else. 

As to the drums, the corpse is obliged — since he is 
full as hard of hearing as he is of comprehending, and 
never can adopt a reason, for the very reason that he 
never hears one — to carry them round, strapped to him, 


because during their vibration he can better apprehend 
what his employer and prosector has to censure in him.* 
The Doctor now began to scold at him down below — 
Schoppe stood listening at the window — in the follow- 
ing wise: "I would the Devil had taken your cursed 
father of blessed memory before he had died. You 
shrink up like army-cloth under your lamentation, and 
yet never wake him up, though you cried your nose away. 
Drum better, church-mouse ! Don't you know, then, 
scrub, that you have made a contract with another, to 
grow into fat as well as you can, and that it 's expensive 
maintaining a fellow that steals his wages in this way, 
till he becomes available ? Others would gladly grow 
fat, if they had such a chance. And you ! speak, rope ! " 
Malt let the drumsticks clatter down under his thighs, and 
said : " Thou hast hit the true secret of thy trouble with 
me, — there is no real blessing upon our grease, — and 
one of us silently wears away at the thought. As to my 
blessed father, verily, I send him out of my head, let him 
happen in when he will." 

30. CYCLE. 

THE paternal letter, which shook Albano's soul in 
all its joints, runs, when, translated, thus: — 
" Dear Albano : I regret to say, that in the Campanian 
vale I received a letter informing me of the continued 
recurrence and increasing violence of thy sister's as- 

* Derham (in his Physico-Theology, 1750) observes that the deaf 
hear best under a noise ; e. g. one hard of hearing, under the sound of 
bells ; a deaf housewife, under the drumming of the house-servant. 
Hence when princes and ministers, who for the most part hear badly, 
are passing through the country, kettle-drums are beat and cannon 
fired, so that they can hear the people more easily. 


phyxias ; it was written on Good Friday, and looked 
forward to her death as a settled thing. I, too, am pre- 
pared for the event. So much the more am I struck 
with thy account of the juggler of the Island, who would 
play the prophet. Such a prediction presupposes some 
circumstance or other, which I must trace out more 
nearly in Spain. I think I already know the impostor. 
Be thou, on thy birthday, watchful, armed, cool, and bold, 
and, if possible, hold the jongleur fast ; but bring no 
ridicule upon thyself by speaking of the subject. Dian 
is in Rome, working away right bravely. Put on court- 
mourning for the dear old Prince, out of courtesy. 
Addio ! 

« G. DE C." 

" Ah, precious sister ! " he sighed inwardly, and drew 
out her medallion, and looked through his tears upon the 
features of an old age which was denied her, and read 
with dim eyes the refuted subscription : " We see each 
other again." Now, when life was opening before him 
broad and smiling, it came home to him much more 
nearly, that fate laid its hand so darkly and heavily 
upon his sister ; to which was added, too, the melancholy 
question, whether he was not guilty of her disappearance 
and decline, since on his account the frightful Zahouri of 
the Island had carried on, perhaps a sacrificing jugglery : 
even the circumstance that she was his weakly twin- 
sister was a pang. But now his feelings stood contend- 
ing against each other in his mind, as on a battle-field. 
" What destiny is on its way to meet me ! " thought he. 
" Take the crown ! " that voice had said. " What one ? " 
his ambitious spirit rose up and asked, and boldly conjec- 
tured whether it consisted of laurels or thorns or metals. 
" Love the beautiful one ! " it had said ; he asked not, 


however, in this case, " What one ? " only he feared, since 
the father of Death seemed terribly to certify his name 
and credentials, that the voice announced for the ascen- 
sion- and birth-night might name some other name than 
the most beloved. 

In the evening, after the three new-comers had fairly 
got through their household arrangements, — which, how- 
ever, had never yet been able to efface from Albano's 
undulating soul the multiplied magic splendor of the 
Linden-city, — the Lector introduced the Count to the 
hereditary prince, Luigi. That individual was engaged 
half an hour every day copying in the picture-gallery ; 
and appointed the two to attend him there. They went 
in. Any other than myself would have set before the 
world a bill of fare raisonne of all the show-dishes in the 
gallery ; but I cannot so much as present it with the 
seventeen pictures, over whose charms those silken shame- 
aprons or veils hung, which a Paris dame would gladly 
take off from her own, merely for the sake of modestly 
covering therewith works of art. One may easily con- 
ceive that our Alban, in this picture-gallery, must have 
been vividly reminded of that one of his mother's,* and 
that he would gladly have pressed every nail, had no one 
been there. 

But the Princess Julienne was there, whom he (as we 
all do) still recognized right well as a Blumenbühl ac- 
quaintance, as she also did him. She was truly full of 
youthful charms, but one did not find these out till one 
had been for two days violently in love with her ; that 
made her every minute afterward prettier, as in fact love 
is rather the father than the son of the goddess of grace, 
and his quiver the best casket of jewels and the richest 
* In whose wall the lady with the souvenir sits. 



toilet-box, and his bandage the best mouchoir de Venus 
and beauty-patch that I know. 

She was just sketching the gypsum-cast of a noble old 
head, which seemed to the Count as if it must have been 
drawn from the antique-cabinet of his memory, and toward 
which his swelling heart flowed out right lovingly ; but 
he could not recall the original. At last Julienne, in de- 
spite of etiquette, said, looking up most kindly, " Ah, dear 
Augusti, my father lies dead in Lilar." The word Lilar 
suddenly colored, in Albano, the pale image of recollec- 
tion, — perfectly like this white bust had the old man in 
the moonshine looked, who, in that poetical summer-night, 
pressed Zesara's hands together on the mountain for 
prayer, and said, "Go home to sleep, dear son, ere the 
storm comes." Now another would have inquired after 
the name of the bust, and then, and not till then, have 
disclosed the nocturnal history; but the Count, in his 
warmth, did merely the latter, after waiting a short time 
for the conversation to run out. Augusti, when Albano 
began the history — to him a foreign one — of his ac- 
quaintance with the original, was on thorns to interrupt 
him ; but Julienne gave him a nod, to let him go on, and 
the youth true-heartedly communicated to the sympathiz- 
ing soul the beautiful meeting, with a tenderness of emo- 
tion and fire, both of which increased when her eyes 
flowed over into her smiles. " It was my father, — that 
is his cast," said Julienne, weeping and glad. Albano, 
after his manner, clasped his hands together, with a sigh, 
before the bust, and said, " Thou noble, heartily-beloved 
form ! " and his large eye gleamed with love and sorrow. 

The good female soul was carried away by a sympathy 
so uncourtly, and she gave herself up completely to her 
inborn fire. Female and court life is truly only a longer 



punishment of bearing arms (as, according to the model 
of the yes-sirs, there are no-sirs, so royal governesses 
are true no-ma'ams) ; the seven-colored cockade of gay, 
dancing liberty is there torn off, or runs into the black of 
court-mourning ; every female pleasure-grove must be an 
unholy one ; I know nothing more fatal, — but the curly- 
haired Julienne, in spite of you and me, broke through 
the eternal imprisonment (with sweet bread and strong 
water), some twelve times a day, and laughed to the free 
heavens, and offended (herself and others never) the 
royal governess always. She now related to the Count 
(while from nervous weakness and vivacity she continued 
to smile more brightly and speak more rapidly) how her 
dear, feeble father, more childlike than childish, whose 
old lips and disabled thoughts could not possibly any 
longer do more than lisp a response to prayers, had shut 
himself up with a snowy-headed mystical court-preacher 
in an oratory at Lilar (a gray head loves to hide itself 
before it disappears forever, and seeks, like birds, a dark 
place for going to sleep), — and how she and Fräulein 
von Froulay (Liana) had alternately read prayers be- 
fore the half-blind old man, and, as it were, tolled the 
evening-bell of devotion to the weary, sleep-drunken life. 
She painted how, in this antechamber of the tomb, he 
had outlived or forgotten all that he had once loved ; how 
he had kept always asking after her mother, whose death 
was ever slipping again from his memory ; and how the 
dimmed eye had taken every hour of the day for even- 
ing, and accordingly every one who went out as one 
going to bed. 

We will not look too long at this late time of life, 
when men again, like children, shrink up for the more 
lasting cradle of the grave ; and when, like flowers sleep- 


ing at evening, they become undistingui si table, and grow 
all alike, even before death makes them so. 

The Lector, like all courtiers, was particularly ill-suited 
with these funereals ; he would also fain heal the Job's 
malady of her lamentation by changing the current of 
discourse, and bringing it nearer to Liana. But in the 
very act of describing the sympathy and sacrifices of this 
friend, and when memory brought back to her the long, 
tearful embrace in which Liana had locked her and pain 
at once as it were fast to her bosom, then came back into 
her heart anew every dark, heavy drop of blood which 
her powerful arteries had sent forth, and she ceased to 
portray either this history or the head upon which she 
had been engaged. 

The two female friends were none of those who send 
a kiss to each other through two thicknesses of veil, or 
who know how to hug each other without wounding or 
bruising a curl, or whose love-feast every year, as the 
sacramental bread every century, breaks lighter and thin- 
ner ; but they loved each other intensely, — with eyes, 
lips, and hearts, — like two good angels. And if hitherto 
joy had taken her harvest-wreath and made it a wed- 
ding-ring of friendship, so now did grief seek to do the 
same with his girdle of thorns. You good souls ! to me 
it is very easily imaginable how such a pure, bright link- 
ing of souls should at once painfully distend and bliss- 
fully exalt the heart of your friend Albano, as the aero- 
static ball at once destructively swells and soars. For 
Liana's entry, there stood besides beautifully decorated 
triumphal gates to the highest heavens in his innermost 
being ! 

Meanwhile a stranger would not, without this pen of 
mine (nor I myself without the fee-provost Hafenreffer), 



have been able to observe anything in the Count, while 
speaking, except a mild, wandering glow in his face, and 
rapidity of utterance. 

31. CYCLE. 

INTO the midst of these delineations and enjoyments 
the successor, or rather the afterwinter of the cold 
old man, Luigi, suddenly entered. With a flat, carved 
work of spongy face, on which nothing expressed itself 
but the everlasting discontent of life-prodigals, and with 
a little full-grown miniver* on his head (as forerunner 
of the wisdom-teeth), and with the unfruitful superfeta- 
tion of a voluminous belly, he came up to Albano with 
the greatest courtliness, in which a flat frostiness towards 
all men stood prominent. He immediately began to dust 
about him with the bran of empty, rapid, disconnected 
questions, and was constantly in a hurry ; for he suffered 
almost more ennui than he caused ; as in general, there 
is no one with whom life drags so disagreeably as with 
him who tries to make it shorter. Luigi had run over 
the earth as quickly as through a powdering room, and 
had, as in such a room, become decently gray ; the milk- 
vessels of his outer and inner man had, because they 
were to be converted into cream-pots and custard-cups, 
for that very reason, perverted themselves into poison- 
cups and goblets of sorrow. As often as I pass along 
before a painted prince's-suite in a corridor, I always fall 
upon my old project, and say, with entire conviction : 
" Could we only contrive for once, like the Spartans and 
all the older nations, to get a regent to the throne in a 
healthy state, then we should have a good one into the 

* A kind of gray fur. — Tk. 

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bargain, and all would go well. But I know these are 
no times for such a thing. It is a sin, that only at tor- 
ture do surgeons and physicians assist, not at joy, to 
point out nicely the degree of pleasure as they do of the 
rack, and to indicate the innocent conditions." 

Albano, a stranger in the company and in the eyes of 
this class of men, looked upon the gulf between himself 
and Luigi as much less deep than it was ; it was merely 
annoying and uncomfortable to him, as it is to certain 
people, when, without their knowledge, a cat is in the 
chamber. The progress of moral enervation and refine- 
ment will yet so cleanse and equalize all our exteriors, — 
and according to the same law, indeed, by which physical 
weakness throws back the eruptions of the shin and drives 
them into the nobler parts, — that verily an angel and a 
satan will come at last to be distinguishable in nothing 
except in the heart. Alban had already brought with 
him from Wehrfritz, whom he always heard contending 
for the right of the province against the prince, an aver- 
sion to his successor; so much the more easily flamed 
upon him a moral indignation, when Luigi turned toward 
the pictures and drew aside the curtains or aprons from 
several of the most indecent, in order, not without taste 
and knowledge, to appraise their artistic worth. A copied 
Venus of Titian, lying upon a white cloth, was only the 
forerunner. Although the innocent hereditary prince 
made his voyage pittoresque through this gallery with 
the artistical coldness of a gallery inspector and anatomist, 
and sought more to show than to enrich his knowledge, 
still the inexperienced youth took it all up with a deaf 
and blind passionateness, which I know not how to vindi- 
cate in any way, not even by the presence of the princess, 
and so much the less, because in the first place she busily 



divided her soul only between the gypsum-bust and its 
copy, and because, secondly, in our day, ladies' watches 
and fans (if they are tasty) have pictures on them which 
Albano would want other fans to hide. The two flames 
of wrath and shame overspread his face with a glowing 
reflection ; but his awkward honesty of scorn contrasted 
with the ease of the Lector, who with his cold tone, quite 
as precise as it was light, preserved independence and 
protected purity. " They please me not, one of them," 
he said, with severity : " I would give them all away for a 
single storm of Tempesta's." Luigi smiled at his scholar- 
like eye and feeling. When they stepped into the second 
picture-chamber, Albano heard the Princess going away. 
As this apartment threatened him with still more rent 
veils of the wwholiest, he took his leave without special 
ceremony, and went back without the Lector, who had 
to-day to give a reading. 

Never did Schoppe grasp his throbbing hand more 
heartily than this time ; the aspect of an abashed young 
man is almost fairer (especially rarer) than that of an 
abashed virgin ; the former appears more tender and 
feminine, as the latter appears more strong and man- 
ly, by a mixture of the indignation of virtue. Schoppe, 
who, like Pope, Swift, Boileau, forced into combination 
a sacred reverence for the sex with cynicism of dress 
and language, emptied the greatest vials of wrath upon 
all libertinage, and fell like a satirical Bellona upon the 
best free people ; this time, however, he rather took them 
under his protection, and said, " The whole tribe love the 
blush of shame in others decidedly, and defend it more 
willingly than shamelessness, just as (and on the same 
kind of grounds) blind persons prefer the scarlet color. 
One may liken them to toads, who set the costly toad- 

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stone (their heart) on no other cloth as they do upon a 
red one. 

The Lector — who with all his purity and correctness 
would, nevertheless, without hesitation, have helped a 
Scarron write his ode on the seat of a duchess — when 
he would treat the matter of the Count's flight, was at 
a loss what to make of it, when the latter sprinkled him 
with some rose-vinegar, and said, " The bad man's father 
is lying on the board, and one lies before his own iron 
brow : O, the bad man ! " Certainly the physical and 
moral nearness of the two fair female hearts, and his love 
for them, had done most to excite the Count against Lui- 
gi's artistic cynicism. The Lector merely replied, " He 
would hear the same at the Minister's and everywhere ; 
and his false delicacy would very soon surrender." " Do 
the saints," inquired Schoppe, " dwell only upon the pal- 
aces and not in them ? " For Froulay's bore upon its 
platform a whole row of stone apostles ; and on one cor- 
ner stood a statue of Mary, which was to be seen from 
Sphex's house among nothing but roofs. 

Youthful Zesara ! how does this marble Madonna 
chase the blood-waves through thy face, as if she were 
the sister of thy fairer one, or her tutelar and household 
goddess ! But he took care not to hasten his entrance 
into this Lararium of his soul, namely, the delivery of 
his father's letter of introduction, by a single whisper, for 
fear of suspicion; so many missteps does the good man 
make in the very gentile fore-court of love ; how shall 
he stand in the fore-court of the women, or get a footing 
in the dim Holy of Holies ? 


HE Court now caused to be made known in writ- 

J_ ing (it could not speak for sorrow) that the dead 
Nestor had departed this life. I set aside here the lamen- 
tation of the city, together with the rejoicing of the same 
over the new perspective. The Land-physicus Sphex 
had to eviscerate the Regent like a mighty beast, — 
whereas we subjects are served up with all our viscera, 
like snipes and ground-sparrows, on the tabfe of the 
worms. At evening, there reposed the pale one on his 
bed of state, — the princely hat and the whole electrical 
apparatus of the throne-thunder lay quite as still and 
cold beside him on a Tabouret ; he had the suitable 
torches and corpse-watchers around him. These Swiss- 
guards of the dead (the sound of the word rings through 
me, and I at this moment see Liberty lying on her bed 
of state in the Alps, and the Swiss guarding her) consist, 
as is well known, of two regency-counsellors, two coun- 
sellors of the exchequer, and so on. One of the excheq- 
uer-counsellors was Captain Roquairol. It can be only 
touched upon here, in the way of interpolation, how this 
youth, who of financial matters understood little more 

than a treasury-counsellor in h,* arose, nevertheless, 

to be a counsellor in war-matters there, — namely, against 
his own will, through old Froulay, who (in himself no 
very sentimental gentleman) was always reviving and 
retouching the youthful remembrances of the old Prince, 
because, in this tender mood, one could get from him by 
begging what one would. How odious and low ! so can 
a poor prince have not a smile, not a tear, not a happy 
thought, out of which some court-mendicant, who sees it, 

32. CYCLE. 

* Baireuth. — Tit. 



will not make a door-handle to open something for him- 
self, or a dagger-handle to inflict a wound ; not a sound 
can he utter which some forester and bugle-master of the 
chase shall not pervert to the purpose of a mouth-piece 
and tally-ho. 

Julienne, at nine o'clock in the evening, visited the 
only heart which, in the whole court, beat like hers and 
for hers, — her good Liana. The latter gladly offered her 
forehead to her commencing sick-headache, and sought 
only to feel and to still another's pain. The friends, who, 
before strangers' eyes, only displayed pleasantry, and be- 
fore each other only a tender, enthusiastic seriousness, 
sank more and more deeply into this mood before the 
severe and religious lady of the Minister, who never 
found in Julienne so much soul as in the soft hour after 
weeping, as stock-gilliflowers begin to scent the air when 
they are sprinkled. Not the struggle, but the flight of 
pain, beautifies the person ; hence the countenance of the 
dead is transfigured, because the agonies have cooled 
away. The maidens stood enthusiastically together at 
the window, the waxing moonlight of their fancy was 
made full moonlight by that of the outer world ; they 
formed the nun's-plan to live together, and go in and out 
together for life. Often it seemed to them, in this still 
hour of emotion (and the thought made them shudder), 
as if the murmuring wings of departed souls swept by 
over them (it was only a couple of flies, who, with feet 
and wings, had caught a few tones on the harp of the 
Minister's lady) ; and Julienne thought most bitterly of 
her dead father in Lilar. 

At last she begged the sister of her soul to ride with 
her this night to Lilar, and to share and assuage the last 
and deepest woe of an orphan. She did it willingly ; 


but the " yes " was hard to extort from the Minister's 
lady. I see the gentle forms step, from their long em- 
brace in the carriage, out into the mourning chamber at 
Lilar, — Julienne, the smaller of the two, with quivering 
eyes and changing color ; Liana, more pale with megrim 
and mourning, and milder and taller than her companion, 
having completed her growth in her twelfth year.* 

Like supernatural beings the two maidens beamed 
upon Roquairol's soul, already burning in every corner. 
A single tear-drop had power to bring into this calcining 
oven boiling and desolation. Already this whole evening 
had he been glancing at the old man with fearful shud- 
derings at the childish end of that faded spirit, which 
once had been as fiery as his own now was ; and the 
longer he looked, so much the thicker smoke-clouds 
floated from the open crater of the grave over into his 
green-blooming life, and he heard therein a thundering, 
and he saw therein an iron hand glowing and threatening 
to grasp at human hearts. 

Amidst these grim dreams, which illuminated every 
inner stain of his being, and which sternly threatened 
him that a day would come, when, in his volcano too, 
there would remain nothing fruitful but the — ashes, the 
mournful maidens entered, who, on their way, had wept 
only over the face that had grown cold, and now wept 
still more heavily over the form that had grown beautiful ; 
for the hand of death had effaced from it the lines of the 
last years, — the prominent chin, the fire-mounds of the 
passions, and so many pains underscored with wrinkles, 
and had, as it were, painted upon the earthly tabernacle 

* This precocious completion of growth I have observed in many 
distinguished women, just as if these Psyches should resemble butter- 
flies, which do not grow after coming out of the chrysalis state. 



the reflection of that fresh, still morning light which now 
invested the disrobed soul. But upon Julienne a black 
taffeta-plaster on the eyebrows, which had been left be- 
hind by a blow, — this sign of wounds made a more vio- 
lent impression than all signs of healing : she observed 
only the tears, but not the words of Liana. " 0, how beau- 
tifully he rests there ! " " But why does he rest ? " said 
her brother, with that voice, murmuring from his inner- 
most being, which she recognized as coming from the 
amateur-stage ; and grasped her hand with agitation, be- 
cause he and she loved each other fervently, and his 
lava broke now through the thin crust : " for this rea- 
son, — because the heart is cut out of his breast, because 
the wheel is broken at the cistern, because the fire-wheel 
of rapture, the fountain-wheel of tears, moves therein no 
more ! " 

This cruel allusion to the opening of the body wrought 
terribly on the sick Liana. She must needs avert her 
eyes from the covered breast, because the anguish 
cramped the breath in her lungs ; and yet the wild man, 
desolating others as well as himself, who had hitherto 
been silent by the side of the stiff corpse-guard, went on 
with redoubled crushing : " Feel'st thou how painfully 
this cricket-ball of fate, this Ixion's wheel of the wishes, 
rolls within us? Only the breast without a heart is 

At once Liana took a longer and more intense look 
at the corpse ; an ice-cold edge, as if of death's scythe, 
cut through her burning brain, — the funeral torches (it 
seemed to her) burned dimmer and dimmer, — then she 
saw in the corner of the chamber a dark cloud playing 
and growing up, — then the cloud began to fly, and, full 
of gushing night, rushed over her eyes, — then the thick 



night struck deep roots into her wounded eyes, and the 
affrighted soul could only say, "Ah, brother, I am blind!" 

Only hard man, but no woman, will be able to con- 
ceive that an aesthetic pleasure at the murderous trag- 
edy found its way into Roquairol's frightful anguish. 
Julienne left the dead, and her old sorrow, and, with the 
new one, flung herself around her neck, and moaned : " O 
my Liana, my Liana ! Seest thou not yet ? Do look 
up at me ! " The distracted and distracting brother led 
on the sister, upon whose pale cheeks only single drops 
fell like hard, cold water, with the sharp question : " Does 
no destroying angel, with red wings, whiz through thy 
night ; hurls he no yellow vipers at thy heart, and no 
sword-fish into thy network of nerves, in order that they 
may be entangled therein, and whet their saw-teeth in the 
wounds ? I am happy in my pain ; such thistles scratch 
us up,* according to good moralists, and smooth us down 
too. Thou anguish-stricken blind one, what say'st thou, — 
have I made thee truly miserable again ? " " Madman ! " 
said Julienne, " let her alone : thou art destroying her." 
" O, he is not to blame for that," said Liana ; " the head- 
ache long since made it misty to my eyes." 

The friends took their departure in double darkness, 
and therein will I leave it with all its agonies. Then 
Liana begged her maiden to say nothing of it to her 
mother so little time before sleep, since it might, perhaps, 
go away in the night. But in vain ; the Minister's lady 
was accustomed to close her day on the bosom and lips 
of her daughter. The latter now came in, led along, 
and sought her mother's heart with a groping, sidelong 
motion, and, in this beloved neighborhood, could no 

* Cloth is roughened with thistles, i. e. scratched up, in order to the 
better shearing of it afterwards. 


longer refrain from a softer weeping; then, indeed, all 
was betrayed and confessed. The mother first sent for 
the Doctor before she, with wet eyes and with her gentle 
arms around her, heard her afflicted daughter's story. 
Sphex came, examined the eyes and pulse, and made no 
more of it than a nervous prostration. 

The Minister, who had everywhere in the house lead- 
ing-hounds with fine — ears, came in, upon being in- 
formed ; and while Sphex stood by, he made, except long 
strides, nothing but this little note, " Voyez, Madame, 
comme voire le Cain * joue son role ä merveille." 

As soon as Sphex had gone out, Froulay let loose 
several billion-pounders and hand-grenades upon his lady. 
" Such," he observed, " are the consequences of your vis- 
ionary scheme of education (to be sure his own, in respect 
to his son, had not turned out specially well). Why did 
you let the sick ninny go ? " He would himself have still 
more gladly allowed it from courtly views ; but men love 
to blame the faults which they have been saved the 
trouble of committing ; in general, like head-cooks, they 
had rather apply the knife to the white- than to the dark- 
feathered fowl. " Vous aimez, ce me se?nble, a anticiper 
le sort de cette reveuse un peu avant qu'il soit decide de 
notre." t Her silence only made him the more bitter. 
" 0, ce sied si bien a voire art cosmetique que de rendre 
aveugle et de I'Stre, le dieu de Vamour s'y prete de modeled 
Wounded by this extreme severity, — especially as the 
Minister himself had chosen and commanded this very 
cosmetic education of Liana, against the maternal wishes, 
to gratify his political ones, — the mother had to go and 

* A distinguished actor of tragedy. 

t He means here their divorce, which was only deferred by the 
mutual wish to keep Liana. 


hide and dry her wet eyes in her daughter's bosom. 
Married men and the latest literati regard themselves as 
flints, whose power of giving light is reckoned according to 
their sharp corners. Our forefathers ascribed to a dia- 
mond belt the power to kindle love between spouses. I 
also still find in jewels this power ; only this stone (which 
appertains to the flint species) leaves one, after the mar- 
riage-compact, as cold and hard as it is itself. Probably 
Froulay's marriage-bond was one of such precious stone. 

But the lady only said, <k Dear Minister, leave we 
that ! only spare you the sick one." " Voila precisement 
ce qui füt votre affaire" said he, laughing scornfully. In 
vain did Liana eloquently and touchingly pour out to him 
her mistaken yet moving convictions of the falseness of 
society, and plead for her brother, which everlasting ad- 
vocacy of all sorts of people (which proved too much) 
was her only failing ; — all in vain, for his sympathy with 
an afflicted one consisted in nothing but fury against the 
tormentors, and his love toward Liana showed itself only 
in hatred of the same. " Peace, fool ! But Monsieur le 
Cain comes not into my house, madam, till further or- 
ders ! " Out of forbearance, I say nothing further to the 
old conjugal bully than go — to the devil, or at least to 

33. CYCLE. 

THE German public may still remember the obli- 
gato-sheets promised in the Introductory Pro- 
gramme, and ask me what has become of them. The 
foregoing Cycle was the first, most excellent Public ; but 
see through the matter, how it is with obligato-sheets, 
and that perhaps as much history lies therein as in any 
one Cycle, however it may be called. 


The Count had not yet learned anything of Liana's 
misfortune, when he, with the others, went down to the 
dinner of the Doctor, who to-day was very hospitable. 
They found him seized with a most violent fit of laughter, 
his hands thrust into his sides, and his eyes bent over two 
little pots of ointment on the table. He stood up, and 
was quite serious. The fact was, he found in Reil's 
Archives of Physiology, that, according to Fourcroy and 
Vauquelin, tears dye violet-juice green, and therefore 
contain alkali. In order to prove the proposition and 
the tears, he had thrown himself into a chair, and laughed 
in right hearty earnest, so as afterward to cry and get a 
drop or two for the brine-gauge of the proposition ; he 
would gladly have wrought himself into another kind of 
emotion, but he understood his own nature, and knew 
that nothing could be got out of it so, — not a drop. 

He left the guests alone a moment, — the lady was not 
yet to be seen, — Malt sat on an ottoman, — the children 
had satirical looks, — in short, Impudence dwelt in this 
house as in her temple. Ridicule had no effect upon the 
old man, and he only countermanded what displeased 
himself, not what displeased others. 

At length the rosy-cheeked wife of the physician 
flourished into the apartment, — as preparatory course or 
preamble of the dinner, — with three or four esprits or 
feathers in her cap, — with a dapple neck-apron, — in a 
red ball-dress, from which waltzing had taken out the 
color in which she had dyed it, — and with a perforated 
fancy-fan. If I wished, I could be interested in her ; 
for, touching these esprits (since the esprit, like the 
brain in Embrya, often sets itself upon the brain-pan, 
and there suns itself), she thought women and partridges 
were best served up at table with feathers on their heads; 



touching the fan, she meant to have it understood she 
had just come from a morning call (whereby she very 
clearly implied that ladies could no more go through the 
streets without their fan-stick than joiners without their 
rule) ; touching the rest, she knew the guest was a Count. 
Accordingly, it appears that she belongs to the honora- 
bles, who (for the most part), like rattlesnakes, are never 
better to be enjoyed than when one has previously put 
the head out of the way ; but that we have still time 
enough to believe, when we come to understand her 

The beautiful Zesara was for her blind, deaf, dumb, 
destitute of smell, taste, feeling ; but there are many 
women whom one cannot, with the greatest pains and 
tediousness, displease ; Schoppe could do it more easily. 
Sphex, for his own personal predilections, made more out 
of a cell of fat in Malt than out of the whole cellular 
texture of a lady, even of his own ; like all business 
people, he held women to be veritable angels, whom God 
had sent for the ministration of the saints (the business 

The 'dinner course began. Augusti, a delicate eater, 
enjoyed much, and took not only to the fine service, but 
to the torn napkins ; the like of which he had often had 
in his lap at court, because there, in morals and in linen, 
rents are preferred to plasters. Soon, as usual, came 
forth even the outposts and first skirmishes of miserable 
dishes, the common prophets and forerunners of the best 
tit-bits, although at a hundred tables I have cursed them, 
that they did not, like good monthly magazines, give the 
best pieces first, and the most meagre last. The Doctor 
had already said to the three boys, — " Galen, Boerhave, 
Van Swieten, what is the polite way of sitting ? " and the 



three physicians had already shoved three right hands 
between the waistcoat buttons, and three left hands into 
the waistcoat pockets, and sat waiting, " bolt upright," 
when good chap-sager was brought in for the dessert. 
Sphex partly expressed pleasure in cheese, partly a hor- 
ror of it, just as he found it in the way of his shop-busi- 
ness. He remarked, on one hand, how joiners, in their 
glue-pot, had no better glue than what stood here before 
them, — it had just that binding quality in a man, — yet 
he would rather, for his own individual self, with Dr. 
Junker, apply it externally, like arsenic ; but he also 
confessed, on the other hand, that the chap-sager for the 
Lector was poison. " I would pledge myself for it," said 
he, " that you, if one could examine you, would be found 
hectic ! the long fingers and the long neck speak in my 
favor, and particularly are white teeth, according to Cam- 
per, a bad sign. Persons, on the contrary, who have a 
set of teeth like my lady there may feel safe." 

Augusti smiled, and merely asked the Doctor's lady, at 
what time one could best gain access to the Minister. 

Such poisonous reflections, as well as cats'-dinners,* he 
gave out, not from satirical malice, but from mere indiffer- 
ence to others, whom, like an honest man, he never suf- 
fered in the least to sway him in his actions. With the 
liberty-cap of the doctor's hat on his head, he received, 
from his medical indispensableness, so many academic 
freedoms, that he, between his four house-walls, ate and 
acted not more freely than between the showy, bristling 
pale-work of the court. Did he ever there — I ask that 
— let a drop of sweet wine pass his lips without previ- 
ously drawing out an Ephraimite, which did not itself 
outlive the probation-da j-, and hanging it in the glass, 
* Poor dinners, just as cat-silver is an inferior metal. — Tr. 


merely to prove before the court whether the Ephraimite 
therein did not grow black ? And if the silver did so, 
was there not as good as a demonstration of the wine 
being oversmoked, and could not the physician have ap- 
plied the whole right neatly, court, sweetness, blacken- 
ing, poisoning, and oversmoking, if he had been the man 
to do it ? 

The Lector's accidentally inquiring about the time of 
seeing the Minister was what Albano had to thank for 
saving him from first learning the painful misfortune in 
the house of the Minister, or in the presence of the blind 
girl herself. " You can," answered Sara, the Doctoress, 
" also despatch the servant ; he will subscribe for you all ; 
I, however, pity none as I do the daughter." Now broke 
loose a storm of questions about the unknown accident. 
" It is so," began the physician, sulkily ; but soon (be- 
cause he saw in some eyes water for his mill, and 
because he sought to roll off all medical blame from him- 
self upon Captain Roquairol) he set himself as well as 
he could to pathetic detail, and lied almost like a senti- 
mentalist. With an unobserved hint to the affected lady, 
he pushed an empty dish towards her as a lacrymatory, 
in order that nothing might be lost. From the eclipsed 
eyes of the vainly struggling youth, this first woe of his 
life snatched some great drops. " May recovery be pos- 
sible ? " asked Augusti, exceedingly troubled, on account 
of his connection with the family. 

" Certainly ; it is a mere affection of the nerves," re- 
plied Schoppe, briskly, " and nothing more." Whytt 
relates, that a lady who had too much acid in her stom- 
ach (in the heart it were still worse) saw everything 
in a cloud, as girls do at the approach of sick-headache. 
Sphex, who had lied only for the sake of pathos and 

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aVkali, and who was vexed that the Librarian should 
have been of his private opinion, answered just as if the 
latter had not spoken at all. " The highest degree of 
consumption, Mr. Lector, often winds up with blindness 
and it were well, in this case, to prescribe for both. 
Meanwhile I am acquainted with a certain periodical 
nervous blindness. I had the case in a lady * whom I 
brought out of it merely by blood-letting, smoke of burnt 
coffee, and the evening fog from the water ; this we are 
now trying again in the case of our nervous patient. A 
dutiful physician will, however, always wish the devil 
would take mother and brother." 

In other words, the return of Liana's periodical malady 
almost distracted him. Offences against his honor, his 
love, his sympathy, never wrought the Physicus into a 
heat ; through all such he kept on his glazed frost sur- 
tout ; but disturbances of his cures heated him even to 
the degree of flying to pieces ; and so are we all a kind 
of Prince-Rupert's-drops, which can bear the hammer 
and never break, till one just breaks off the little thread 
point, and they fly into a thousand splinters ; with 
Achilles, it was the heel, with Sphex, the medical D.'s 
ring-finger, with me, the writing-finger. The Doctor 
now shook out the contents of his heart, as some call 
their gall-bladder ; he swore by all the devils he had 
done more for her than any and every physician, — he 
had, however, already foreseen that such a stupid educa- 
tion — merely to look well and pray and read and sing — 
would prove a cursed poor economy, — he had often 
longed to break the harmonica-bells and tambour-nee- 

* A weak-neiwed lady (I know not whether it is the same) who had 
much religion, fancy, and suffering, became, as she tells me, blind in 
the same way, and was cured in the same Avay. 


dies,* — he had often called the attention of the mother, 
with sufficient distinctness and without indulgence, to 
Liana's so-called charms, and to her sensibility, her bright 
redness of cheeks, and velvet-soft skin ; but had seemed to 
himself, by so doing, almost to gratify more than to distress 
her. The only thing that delighted him was, that the 
maiden had, some years before, caught a deadly sickness 
from the first holy sacrament, from which he had tried to 
keep her away, because he had already experienced, in 
the case of a fourth patient, the most melancholy conse- 
quences from this holy act. 

To the astonishment of every one my Count took part 
against all with Roquairol. Ah, thy first spring-storms 
were even now whirling round imprisoned in thy bosom, 
without a friendly hand to give them an outlet, and thou 
wouldst cover thy bloody grief! And wast thou not 
seeking a spirit full of flames, and eyes full of flames for 
thine own, and wouldst thou not rather have entered into 
brotherhood with a thundering hell-god than with an 
insipid pietistical saint, forever gnawing like a moth ? 
Sharply he asks the Doctor, "What have you done with 
the Prince's heart ? " "I have it not," said Sphex, star- 
tled ; " it lies in Tartarus,* although it would have 
been more profitable to science had one been permitted 
to put it among one's preparations ; it was large and very 
singular." He was thinking how often — when he could 
— he had, as an augur, during the dissection, secretly 
slipped aside one or another important member — as a 
princely or a cavalier-robber, a la minutta — for his 

* The eternal pricking of the sensitive finger-nerves by knitting, 
tambour, and other needles, perhaps as much as the touching of the 
harmonica-bells, makes one, by stimulating, weak in the nerves. 

t Tartarus is the melancholy part of Lilar. 



study, — a honey-bag which he gladly cut out for him- 
self with his anatomical honey-knife. 

" Has the young lady, then, an unhappy passion, or 
anything of the sort ? " inquired Schoppe. " More than 
one," said Sphex ; " cripples, idiots, young orphans, blind 
Methusalems, — all these passions she has. Sports and 
young gentlemen, I often say to the old lady, would be 
better for her health." 

But on this point, in the requirement of cheerfulness, 
I give in to him. Joy is the only universal tincture 
which I would prepare ; it works uniformly as antispas- 
modicum, as glutinans and astringens. The oil of glad- 
ness serves as ointment for burns and chills at once. 
Spring, for example, is a spring-medicine ; a country- 
party, an oyster-medicine ; a recreation at the watering- 
places is, in itself, a glass of bitters ; a ball is a motion ; 
a carnival, a course* of medicine; — and hence the seat of 
the blest is at the same time the seat of the immortals. 

" Yes, he had finally," the Doctor concluded, — " as 
they were people of rank, — prescribed a dose of pride 
(of the meadows), which manifests all the officinal heal- 
ing powers of joy ; taken in a stronger dose, it works fully 
as well as enjoyment itself, enlivens the pulse, steels the 
fibres, opens the pores, and chases the blood through the 
long venous labyrinth.f In the case of his weakly lady, 
such as they saw her there, he had used, he said, this 
medicament long ago by dresses and a doctor's rank, and 
had helped her to her legs thereby. But he would rather 
cure sixty common women than one distinguished one, — 

* Kursus — corso. — Tr. 

t Pride of the meadows quickens the circulation of the blood even 
to frenzy. This whole observation on the pharmaceutic value of pride 
of the meadows is taken from Tissot's " Traite" sur les Nerfs." 



and he should regret, as family physician, merely his 
receipts and medical opinions, in case, as he certainly 
believed, the fair Liana should go hence." 

The first question which Albano, who never missed 
anything that was said, put to Augusti on the way back 
from the Doctor's, was, What the Doctor's wife meant by 
the subscribing servant? He explained it. There is, 
namely, in Pestitz, as in Leipsic, an observance, that 
when a man dies or falls into any other misfortune, his 
family place a blank sheet of paper, with pen and ink, 
in the entrance-hall, in order that persons, who take and 
show a nearer interest, may send a lackey thither, to set 
their names on the paper as well as he knows how ; this 
merchant-like indorsement of the nearer interest, this 
descending representative system by means of servants, 
who are generally, now-a-days, the telegraphs of our 
hearts, sweetens and alleviates for both cities great sor- 
row and sympathy through pen and ink. 

" What ! is that it ? O God ! " said Alban, and grew 
unusually indignant, as if people were forcing servants 
upon him as chrysographs and business-agents of his 
feelings. " O ye egotistical jugglers ! through the pen 
of scribbling lackeys do ye pour yourselves out ? Lec- 
tor, I would condole with Satan himself more warmly 
than thus!" 

Why is this veiled spirit so lively and loud ? Ah, 
everything had moved him. Not merely lamentation 
over poor Liana, persecuted by all the nightly arrows 
of destiny, entered like iron into his open heart, but also 
amazement at the gloomy intermingling of fate with 
his young life. Roquairol's ever-recurring expression, 
" Breast without a heart" sounded to him as if it must 
be familiar ; at last the converse of the expression came 
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to his thoughts, the word of the Sphinx on the island, 
" Heart without a breast." So, then, even this riddle was 
solved, and the place fixed, when he was to hear, contrary 
to every expectation, the prophecy of the loved one ; 
but how incomprehensible, — incomprehensible ! 

" O yes ! Liana she is called, and no God shall change 
the name," said his innermost soul. For in earlier years 
even the most vigorous youth prefers, in maidens, inter- 
esting delicacy of health and a tender fulness of feeling 
and a moisture of the eye, — just as, in general, at Alba- 
no's age, one values the flood (later the ebb) of the eyes 
too highly, although, too often, like an over-rich inunda- 
tion, they wash away the seed-corns of the best resolu- 
tions ; — whereas, at a later period, (because he proposes 
to himself marriage and housekeeping,) he looks out 
rather for bright and sharp than after moist eyes, and for 
cold and healthy blood. 

As Albano, for the most part, drew down the fire from 
his internal clouds on the discharging chains of the harp- 
sichord strings, — seldomer into the Hippocrene of poe- 
try, — so did he now unconsciously make out of his inner 
charivari a passage on the harpsichord. I transpose his 
fantasy into my fancy in the following manner. On the 
softest minor-tones the blindness, with its long pains, 
passed by, and in the whispering-gallery of music he 
heard all the soft sighs of Liana repeated aloud. Then 
harder minor-tones led him down into Tartarus, to the 
grave and heart of the friendly old man who had once 
prayed with him, and then, in this spirit-hour, fell softly, 
like a dew-drop from heaven, the sound, Liana ! With 
a thunder-clap of ecstasy he fell into the major-key, and 
asked himself, " This delicate, pure soul could fate prom- 
ise to thy imperfect heart?" And when he answered 



himself, that she would perhaps love him, because she 
could not see him, — for first love is not vain ; and when 
he saw her led by her gigantic brother, and when he 
thought of the high friendship which he would give and 
require of him ; then did his fingers run over the keys 
in an exalting war-music, and the heavenly hours sounded 
before him, which he should enjoy, when his two eternal 
dreams should pass over livingly out of night into day, 
and when brother and sister should furnish at once, to 
his so youthful heart, a loved one and a friend. Here 
his inner and outer storms softly died away, and the 
evenly-balanced temperament of the instrument became 
that of the player. ... ^ 

But a soul like his is more easily appeased with sorrow 
than with joy. As if the reality had already arrived, he 
pressed on still further ; indescribably fair and unearthly, 
he saw Liana's image trembling in her cup of sorrow ; 
for the crown of thorns easily ennobles a head to a 
Christ's head, and the blood of an undeserved wound is 
a redness on the cheek of the inner man, and the soul 
which has suffered too much is easily loved too much. 
The tender Liana appeared to him as already spun into 
the funeral veil for the Flora of the second world, as the 
tender limbs of the bee-nymph lie transparently folded 
over the little breast, — the white form of snow, which 
had once, in his dream, melted away on his heart, opened 
the bright little cloud again, and looked, blind and weep- 
ing, upon the earth, and said, " Albano, I shall die before 
I have seen thee." — " And even if thou shouldst never 
see me," said the dying heart in his breast, " yet will I 
still love thee. And even if thou shouldst soon pass 
away, Liana, still I gladly choose sorrow, and walk faith- 
fully with thee till thou art in heaven." . . . Heaven 


and hell had both at once drawn aside their curtains be- 
fore him, — only a few notes, and those the same as be- 
fore, and only the highest, and that only interruptedly and 
faintly, could he any longer strike ; and at last his hands 
sank down, and he began to weep, but without too severe 
pangs, — as the storm which has unburdened itself of its 
lightnings and thunders stands now over the earth only 
as a soft, diffused rain. 


The Ten Persecutions of the Reader. — Liana's Eastern 
Room. — Disputation upon Patience. — The picturesque 

34. CYCLE. 

POSTULATES — apothegms — philosophems 
— Erasmian adages — observations of Roche- 
foucauld, La Bruyere, Lavater, do I in one 
week invent in countless numbers, more than 
I can in six months get rid of by bringing them into my 
biographical petits soupes as episode-dishes. Thus does 
the lottery-mintage of my unprinted manuscripts swell 
higher and higher every day, the more extracts and win- 
nings I deal out to my reader therefrom in print. In 
this way I creep out of the world without having, while 
in it, said anything. Lavater takes a more rational course ; 
he lets the whole lottery-wheel, filled with treasures, under 
the title of manuscripts (just as we, inversely, despatch 
manuscripts to the publishers by mail under the title of 
printed matter) circulate even among the literati. 

But why shall I not do the same, and let at least one 
or two lymphatic veins of my water-treasure leap up 
and run out ? I limit myself to ten persecutions of the 
reader, — calling my ten aphorisms thus, merely because 
I imagine the readers to be martyrs of their opinions, 


and myself the Regent who converts them by force. The 
following aphorism, if one reckons the foregoing as the 
first persecution, is, I hope, the 


Nothing sifts and winnows our preferences and partial- 
ities better than an imitation of the same by others. For 
a genius there are no sharper polishing-machines and 
grinding-disks at hand than his apes. If, further, every 
one of us could see running along beside him a duplicate 
of himself, a complete Archimimus * and repeater in com- 
plimenting, taking off the hat, dancing, speaking, scolding, 
bragging, &c. ; by Heaven ! such an exact repeating-work 
of our discords would make quite other people out of me 
and other people than we are at present. The first and 
least step which we should take toward reflection and 
virtue would be this, that we should find our bodily 
methodology, e. g. our walk, dress, dialect, our oaths, 
looks, favorite dishes, &c, no better than those of all 
others, but just the same. Princes have the good for- 
tune that all courtiers around them station themselves as 
faithful supernumerary copyists and pier-mirrors of their 
selves, and propose to improve them by this Helot-mim- 
icry. But they seldom attain their good end, because the 
Prince, — and that were also to be feared of me and the 
reader, — like the principle of non-distinguendum, does 
not believe in any real twins, but imagines that in morals, 
as in catoptrics, every mirror and mock rainbow shows 
everything inverted. 

* The title of a man, among the Eomans, who walked behind the 
corpse and acted out the looks and character which the deceased had 
when living. — Pers., Sat. 3. 


I 99 


It is easier and handier for men to flatter "than to praise. 

In the centuries before us humanity appears to us to 
be growing up ; in those which come after us, to be fading 
away ; in our own, to burst forth in glorious bloom : thus 
do the clouds, only when in our zenith, seem to move 
straight forward, those in front of us come up from the 
horizon, the others behind us sail downward with fore- 
shortened forms. 


What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but 
that our hopes then cease.* 


The old age of women is sadder and more solitary 
than that of men ; spare, therefore, in them their years, 
their sorrows, and their sex ! In fact, life often resembles 
the trap-tree with its spines directed upward, on which 
the bear easily clambers up to the honey-bait, but from 
which he can slide down again only under severe stings. 


Have compassion on Poverty, but a hundred times 
more on Impoverishment ! Only the former, not the 
latter, makes nations and individuals better. 


Love lessens woman's delicacy and increases man's. 

When two persons, in suddenly turning a corner, knock 
* As Solomon says, "Desire shall fail." — Tr. 



their heads together, each begins anxiously to apologize, 
and thinks only the other feels the pain and that he him- 
self has all the blame. (Only I excuse myself without 
any embarrassment, for the very reason that I know, by 
my persecutions, how the other party thinks.) Would to 
God we did not invert this in the case of moral offences ! 

Last Persecution of the Reader. 

Deluded and darkened man, living on from the mourn- 
ing veil to the corpse-veil, thinks there is no further evil 
beyond that which he has immediately to overcome ; and 
forgets that after the victory the new situation brings a 
new struggle. Hence, as before swift ships there swims 
a hill of water and a corresponding billowy abyss glides 
along close behind, so always before us is there a moun- 
tain, which we hope to climb, and behind us still a deep 
valley out of which we seem to have ascended. 

Thus does the reader vainly hope now, after having 
stood out ten persecutions, to ride into the haven of the 
story, and there to lead a peaceable life, free from the 
troubled one of my characters ; but can any spiritual or 
worldly arm, then, protect him against scattered similes, — 
against hemispherical headaches, — whimsies, — reviews, 
— curtain-lectures, — rainy months, — or in fact honey- 
moons, which come in at the end of every volume ? — 

Now for our History ! In the evening Albano and 
Augusti went with the paternal letter of credit to the 
Minister's. The frostiness and pride of that individual 
the Lector endeavored, on their way, to varnish over 
by praising his laboriousness and discernment. With a 
knocking at his heart the Count seized the door-knocker 
to the heaven- or hell-gate of his future destiny. In the 
antechamber — that higher servant's apartment and Lim- 


20 1 

bus infantum et patrum — there were still people enough, 
for Froulay regarded an antechamber as a stage, which 
must never be empty, and on which, as in the Jewish 
temple, according to the Rabbins, for those who kneel 
and pray, it is never too close. The Minister's lady was 
not present as a patient here, merely because she was 
looking after one of her own elsewhere. The Minister 
also was not here, — because he made few ceremonies, 
and only demanded uncommonly many, — but in his 
working-cabinet; he had heretofore had his head under 
the warm throne-canopy and taken a deep bite into the 
forbidden apple of the Empire, therefore he willingly 
made a sacrifice (not to others, but of others), and let 
himself, as a saintly statue, be hung round with votive 
limbs, without having to bestir his own, and, like St. 
Franciscus at Oporto, with letters of thanks and petitions 
which he never opens. 

Froulay came, and was — as ever, aside from business 
— as courteous as a Persian. For Augusti was his home 
friend, — i. e. the Minister's lady was his home-friend, — 
and Albano was not a good person to run against ; 
because one had occasion for his foster-father in the votes 
of the Province, and because the youth by a peculiar and 
proper pride of his own commanded men. There is a 
certain noble pride through which merits shine brighter 
than through modesty. Froulay had not the most com- 
fortable part before him ; for the Court of Haarhaar was 
as disaffected toward the Knight of the Fleece, as he was 
toward it;* but Haarhaar was to be without doubt (ac- 
cording to all Italian surgical reports) and in a few years 

* He had formerly refused to give the Spanish knight the hand of 
the Princess ; but I have had the promise of satisfactory documents 
on this weighty article. 




(according to all nosological ones) the heir of his inherit- 
ance and throne. Now the bad thing about it was, that 
the Minister, who, like a good Christian, looked mainly to 
the future, had to creep along between the German Herr 
von Bouverot, on the one hand, who was secretly a crea- 
ture of Haarhaar, and the demands of the present mo- 
ment, on the other. 

He received the Count, I said, in an uncommonly 
obliging manner, as well as the Lector, and disclosed to 
the two that he must present to them his lady, who 
desired their acquaintance. He sent word to her, but, 
without waiting an answer, conducted them both into her 
apartment. Now was it to the youth as if the heavy 
door of a still and holy temple turned on its hinges. 
Even I too, at this moment, during their passage through 
the rooms, share so in his foolishness that I fall into full 
as great anxiety, as if I went in behind them. When 
we entered the eastern room, which was extended out 
at pleasure by picturesque paper-tapestry into a latticed 
arbor of woodbine, there sat merely the Minister's 
lady, who received us pleasantly, with firm and cold 
reserve in look and tone. Her severely closed and 
faintly-marked lips mutely spoke a seriousness which is 
the gift of a good heart, and a stillness which is the 
ornament of beauty, — as many wings, only when they 
are folded, shower down peacocks'-eyes, — and her eye 
gleamed with the good-will of reason ; but the eyelids 
had been, by stern years, drawn deeply in, with a sickly 
expression, over the mild sight. Ah, as oftentimes be- 
tween newly-married people a dividing sword was laid, 
so did Froulay grind daily at a three-edged one which 
separated him and her ! Singularly did the impure roil 
on his face contrast with the after-summer serenity on 



hers, although before witnesses, as it seemed, he took 
away the irony from his courteousness towards her, and 
kept hatred, as others do love, only for solitude. 

Fortunately this nut-tree, which threw an unwhole- 
some, frosty nut-shadow on the whole flowerage of love 
and poetry, soon transplanted itself back again among 
more congenial guests. The Minister's lady, after the 
first expressions of courtesy, directed herself more to 
the Lector, whose correct, civilian's measure accorded 
entirely with her religious one ; especially as only he 
could ask and condole with her about Liana. She re- 
plied, that this room of Liana's had been left exactly 
as it was the evening the blindness came on, in order 
that, when . she recovered, it might remain for her a 
pleasant remembrancer, or a mournful one for others, if 
she did not. 0, deeply moved Albano, if every absence 
glorifies, how much more must it do so with so many 
traces of the beloved object's presence ! I confess, except 
a loved one, I know of nothing lovelier than her sitting- 
room in her absence. 

On Liana's work-table lay a sketched outline of a 
Christ's head near the open Messiah, — a folded walking- 
veil, together with the green walking-fan, with inscribed 
wishes of female friends, — some cut-out envelopes, — 
the gossiping letter of one of Froulay's tenants, — a 
whole lacquerwork sheep-fold, with wagon, stalls, and 
house, with whose Lilliputian Arcadia she had proposed 
to please Dian's children,* — a plucked leaf from the 
thinning album of a female friend, which she had 
trimmed with an India-ink flower border and then 
planted full of fair wishes, of which fate had robbed 
her own life. Ah, beautiful heart, how fondly would 

* Dian's family reside at Lilar. 



I sketch and hand round something like a tabular view 
of all the little mosaic of thy lightsome past, had the 
fee-provost entered more intimately into these matters ! 
But what moves me and the Count more deeply is a 
foamed embroidery, on which her needle, like an ingraft- 
ing-knife, had, on that dark day, ingrafted a rose with 
two buds, and which wanted nothing more but the thorns. 
O, these had destiny only too fully developed on thy 
roses of joy, and then pressed them so deeply through 
thy breast even to the heart ! 

At no hour of his life was Albano's love so tender and 
holy as at this, or his sympathy so fervent. Fortunately, 
the Minister's lady was all the time looking out of the 
window into the garden, and did not perceive his emo- 
tion. At last she went on to point out Liana's harmonica, 
which stood near ; then was his heart too full and visi- 
ble ; he started with the hasty words, he had never yet 
heard one, and stepped before it. Ah, he was fain to 
touch something whereon her finger had so often rested. 
He laid his hand, as upon a sacred thing, on those prayer- 
bells which had so often trembled under hers for pious 
thoughts ; but they gave him no answer, till the Lector, 
a connoisseur in the A B C as in the technology of all 
arts, gave him in three words the indispensable in- 
structions. Now did he drink into his soul, full of sighs 
and struggles, the first tri-clang, the first plaintive sylla- 
bles of that mother-tongue of the pining breast, — ah, of 
those mutes' -bells which the inner man shakes in his hand, 
because he has no tongue ! and his veins beat wildly lika 
wings which wafted him up from the ground, and bore 
him to a higher prospect than that which opens into the 
last joy or the last agony. For in strong men great 
pains and joys become overlooking heights of the whole 
road of life. 


I know not whether many readers will believe the fault 
possible, which he now actually committed. The Minis- 
ter's wife, in the course of conversation, had very naturally 
— apropos of Liana and Roquairol — fallen upon the 
proposition that no school is more necessary to children 
than that of patience, because, either the will must be 
broken in childhood or the heart in old age. Ah, she 
and her daughter themselves knelt, indeed, full of pa- 
tience, before fate, whether loading or armed ; although 
the mother's was a pious patience, which looked more to 
Heaven than to the wound, Liana's a loving patience, 
which resigns itself to new sorrows as to old sicknesses, 
as a queen does on coronation-day to the pains and fric- 
tion of her heavy jewelry, and like a child that sweetly 
sleeps away and more sweetly dreams away his scars. 
But Zesara, who like a wolf fled the very clanking of a 
chain, and flew, exasperated, against everything of the 
kind, from the light carcanets and chains of knighthood 
even to the heavy harbor-chains which obstruct the pas- 
sage of youth out into the laboring sea, could not restrain 
himself, especially with that heart of his so full of emo- 
tions, from saying, in too great warmth : " Man must de- 
fend himself; sooner would I, in a free struggle, empty 
all my veins on the stirring battle-field than shed one 
drop from them bound to the rack." — " Patience," said 
the Minister's lady, who was full of it, "contends and 
conquers also, only in the heart." — " Dear Count," said 
Augusti, alluding not merely to Arria,* "the women must 
always say to the men, ' It does not hurt ! ' " 

I have not till now had an opportunity to make known 
this fault of Albano, that he never spoke his opinion 

* Eoman Arria, who stabbed herself to show her Poetus how to 
die. — Tr. 



more freely and strongly than just then when he had 
reason to fear losing one or two heavens of his life by 
the stake ; in cases of less danger he could be more 
yielding. Although, therefore, he observed that the Min- 
ister's lady was painfully reminded thereby of the mus- 
cular, but also hard-grasping, hand of her wild son, — or 
much rather for the very reason that he observed it, and 
because he proposed to be armor-bearer to this future 
friend, — he stuck to his opinion, threw all instruments 
for breaking in the young manly will out of the school- 
rooms into the street, and said, in his strongly relieved 
style : " The Goths preferred never to send their children 
to school, in order that they might remain lions. Even 
if maidens must be soaked in milk a day before planting 
them out in the civil world, boys, however, must be stuck, 
like apricots, with the stony shell in the earth, because 
they will soon enough throw off and forsake the stone by 
their rooting and growth." — The Lector, with his fine 
openness, — a crystal vase with golden edge, — remarked, 
with a gentle reprimand of Alban's impetuosity, that at 
least the way in which they had severally adduced their 
proofs was one of those very proofs themselves ; and 
women needed and showed more patience with persons, 
and we more with things. 

The Minister's wife, who imagined herself listening 
more to her son than to his friend, was silent, and stepped 
nearer to the window. Amid these war-troubles the 
evening had wheeled her resplendent moon up over the 
eastern mountains, and the streams of her light flowed 
in at this -moment, from all quarters, through the whole 
garden that lay stretched out before the eastern room, 
and lay in its broad alleys and flower-circles, when all at 
once a little round house appeared through upshooting 


water-jets, kindled into triumphal arches by the moon- 
light, and stood, even to its Italian trellised roof, all in a 
blaze. With soft, emotion, the Minister's lady said : " On 
that water-house stands my Liana ; she is trying the 
evaporation of the fountain : the physician promises him- 
self much therefrom. And Providence grant it ! " 

But the agitated Zesara, with all his sharp eyes, could 
not, however, in the full dazzling light of the level moon, 
and behind the quivering nunnery-grate of confined silver- 
or lymphatic-veins, individualize anything at this moment 
from the glimmering Eden, except an undistinguishable, 
still, white form. But it was enough for a weeping and 
burning heart. " Thou angel of my youthful dreams," 
thought he, " may it be thou ! I greet thee with a thou- 
sand woes and joys. Ah! can there then be sorrows in 
thee, thou heavenly soul ! " And it came over him, that 
if she were here in the room, with her afflicted and 
enchanting form, she would melt his whole being with 
sympathy, and he could now have cast off the embrace 
of the brother, by whose hand fate had closed her soft 
eyes in that long dream. 

The stifling air of the most painful sympathy caused 
him to look away, and turn round, and fasten on the open 
Messiah those eyes whose drops he would not show ; but 
the recollection that he was repeating her last reading- 
pleasure made them fall only hotter and thicker. Sud- 
denly something darkening, which fluttered down before 
the window like a falling raven, directed his look again 
to Liana, over whom stood a fully illuminated little cloud, 
as if it were a risen or descending saintly halo. Immor- 
tals seemed to dwell thereupon as on Ossian's clouds, 
awaiting their sister ; and when she at length moved and 
slowly sank down into the water-house, seemed it not 



then as if her garment of flesh were passing into the 
earth, and her peaceful spirit into the cloud ? 

Here Augusti, as the mother had to follow the return- 
ing invalid into the sick-chamber, gave him the hint for 
departure, which he took willingly ; his love contented 
itself for the present with solitude, and with the hope of 
another meeting. Young love and young birds need, in 
the beginning, only to be warmed by covering, and not 
till later to be nourished. 

But a paraclete or comforter whispered softly in the 
ear of the youth's heart as they departed : to-morrow 
thou wilt see her only a few steps from thee in the gar- 
den ! And that is very easily brought about ; he has 
only, at evening-twilight to-morrow, when the evening- 
walker makes use of her eye-medicine, to repair to the 
alley, and from among the leaves look freely up into the 
magic countenance, and then drink in the whole doctrine 
of felicity in one paragraph, one passage, breath, mo- 
ment ; — but what a prospect ! 

The Count begged the Lector not to sit long with the 
busy Minister. When they found him again, he hardly 
— behind a pile of public documents — remembered, 
after considerable (perhaps counterfeited) thought, that 
they had been there, and deeply regretted that they were 
going away. Ah, the comforter is whispering all the 
evening and all night, — To-morrow, Albano ! 

35. CYCLE. 

AS the juggling night threw our Albano from one 
side and vision to the other, — for not the near 
past but the near future wearies us with rehearsals of 
our waking acts, with dreams, — how glad he was, in the 


morning, that his fairest future had not yet gone by. 
Two very Eulenspiegelish wishes often lodge in man : 
I often form the wish with my whole heart, that some 
real joy of mine, e. g. a master-work, a pleasure-journey, 
&c., might yet at last have an end ; and, secondly, the 
wish above referred to, that one or another pleasure 
might stay away a little longer. 

The evening came with the greatest pleasure of all, 
when Zesara, like Le Gentil starting for the East Indies, 
set off for the eastern park of the Minister, to observe 
the transit of his evening star Venus ; but only through 
the moon. Before the lighted windows of the palace he 
stopped among the people, and reflected, whether it were 
quite allowable thus to run into the garden ; but really, 
had he been turned back, his thirsting heart would have 
carried him in through a whole Clerus and Diplomatic 
Congress posted before the gate. Boldly he strode along 
through the noisy palace before a barricade of tackled 
carriages, turned the iron lattice-gate, and stepped hastily 
into the nearest leafy avenue. Here, attended by a 
torch-dance of gleaming hopes, he went to and fro, but 
his eye was a telescope, and his ear was a hearing-trum- 
pet. The green avenue wound up over the garden till 
it grew into another near the bath-house ; into this he 
entered so as not to meet the blind one, or rather her 

But nothing came. To be sure he had not, like the 
moon, — as was, indeed, to have been expected of him, 
— come a half-hour too late, but in fact a half-hour too 
early. The moon, that star which leads wise men full 
of incense to the adoration, at last let fall broad, long, 
silver-leaves, like festive tapestry, into Liana's eastern 
room, — the Madonna on the palace was arrayed in the 




halo and nun's-veil of her rays, — the Minister's wife 
stood already at the window, — Nature played the lar- 
ghetto * of an enchanted evening in deeper and deeper 
strains, — when Albano caught nothing further except a 
smaller one, made up of mere tones, which came from 
the bath-house, the pleasure-seat of all his wishes, and 
which, dying, would fain breathe its last with the spring- 
day. But he could not guess who played it. One might 
have inferred that it was Roquairol, merely because he 
afterward, as I shall relate, according to the April-like 
nature of his musical temperament, sprang up out of 
pianissimo into a too wild fortissimo. The brother, 
exiled by his father, could at least in the bath-house see 
and console his dear sister, and show her his love and his 
penitence ; although his stormy repentance makes a sec- 
ond necessary, and at last became only a more pious 
repetition of his fault. 

Although Albano's fancy was a retina of the universe, 
on which every world sharply pictured itself, and his 
heart the sounding-board of the sphere-music, in which 
each revolved, yet neither the evening nor the larghetto, 
with their rays and tones, could pierce through the high 
waves which expectation as well as anxiety (both ob- 
scure nature and art) dashed up within him. The bank 
of the fountains is entwined around with a green ring of 
orange-trees, whose blossoms, in the East, according to 
the Selam-cipher, signify hopes ; but really one after 
another was short-lived, when he thought of the cold, 
clear mother, or of his perhaps vain waiting. The 
fountains leaped not yet, — he kept plucking away, like 
a premature autumn, more and more of the broad fan- 

* A movement in music a little more than two degrees quicker than 
adagio. — Tr. 


leaves from his blooming Spanish wall, and still, through 
all his widening windows, saw no Liana coming down 
along the pebbly path (which was impossible, for the very 
reason that she had been long standing in the bath-house 
with her brother), and he began to despair of her appear- 
ance, when the brother suddenly stormed into the above- 
mentioned fortissimo, and all the fountains sent up before 
the moon murmuring wreaths of sparkling silver. Al- 
bano looked out. . . . 

Liana stood up there in the glimmer of the moon, be- 
hind the fluttering water. What an apparition ! He 
tore asunder the twigs of the foliage before his face, and 
gazed, uncovered and breathless, upon the sacredly beau- 
tiful form ! As Grecian gods stand and look unearthly 
before the torch, so shone Liana before the moon, over- 
shadowed with the myriad glancing reflections of the 
silvery rainbows, and the blest youth saw irradiated the 
young, open, still Mary's-brow, upon which no vexation 
and no effort had as yet cast a wave, — and the thin, 
tender, scarcely-arched line of the eyebrows, — and the 
face like a perfect pearl, oval and white, — and the loose- 
ly flowing ringlets lying on the May-flowers over her 
heart, — and the delicate grace's-proportions, which, like 
the white attire, seemed to exalt the form, — and the ideal 
stillness of her nature, which made her place, instead of 
an arm, only a finger upon the balustrade, as if the Psy- 
i che only floated over the lily-bells of the body, and nei- 
ther shook nor bowed them, — and the large blue eyes, 
which, while the head sank a little, opened upward with 
such inexpressible beauty, and seemed to lose themselves 
in dreams and in distant plains reflecting the evening- 
twilight's glow ! 

Thou too fortunate man ! — to whom the only visible 



goddess, Beauty, appears so suddenly, in her omnipotence, 
and attended by all her heavens ! The present, with its 
shapes, is unknown to thee, — the past fades away, — 
the near tones seem to steal from the depth of distance, 
— the unearthly apparition overflows and overpowers 
with splendor the mortal breast! 

Ah, why must a deep, cold cloud steal through this 
pure and lofty heaven ? Ah, why didst thou not find the 
heavenly one earlier or later ? — and why must she her- 
self remind thee of her sorrow ? 

For Liana — into whose veiled eye only a strong light 
could trickle through — was looking for the moon, which 
was a little overhung by its own aurora, and she turned 
her head around gropingly, because she thought a linden- 
top concealed it ; — and this uncertain inclination so sud- 
denly pictured to him her misfortune in a thousand colors ! 
A quick pang pressed his eyes, so that tears and sparks 
darted from them, and pity cried within him : " O thou 
innocent eye ! why art thou veiled ? Why from this 
grateful, good soul is May and the whole creation taken 
away ? And she sends round in vain a look of love after 
her mother and her companion, and — O God ! she knows 
not where they stand." 

But the curtain of the moon soon floated aside, and she 
smiled serenely on its radiance, as the blind Milton in his 
immortal song smiles upon the sun, or as an inhabitant of 
earth smiles upon the earliest splendor of the next life. 

A nightingale, who hitherto, while hopping after a glow- 
worm among the distant flowers, had responded to the 
tones in the chamber only with single game-calls and 
complemental notes of joy, flew nearer to Liana, and the 
winged miniature-organ drew out at once all its flute- 
stops, so that Liana, forgetting her blindness, looked 



down, and Albano started back alarmed, as if she were 
looking upon him. Then was her pale face, upon the 
cheeks of which a light redness played, as upon the white 
pink, tenderly suffused with the faint red bloom of emo- 
tion under the mingling tones of the brother and of the 
nightingale, — the eyelids quive«red oftener over the gleam- 
ing eyes, — and at last the gleam became a quiet tear, — 
it was not a tear of pain nor of joy, but that soft tear in 
which the longing of the heart overflows ; as, in spring, 
overfull twigs, though unwounded, weep. 

There dwells in man a rough, blind cyclop, who in our 
storms always begins to speak, and gives us fatal counsel. 
Frightfully at this moment, in Zesara, did the whole 
awakened energy of his bosom bestir itself, — that wild 
spirit which drags us on condor's wings to the brink of 
the precipice ; and the cyclop cried aloud in him : " Rush 
out, — kneel before her, — tell her thy whole heart ; — 
what though thou then art lost forever, if thou hast only 
caught one sound of this soul ! — and then cool and sacri- 
fice thyself in the cold waters at her feet." Verily he 
thirsted for the fresh basin in which the fountains leaped 
back. But ah ! before this gentle, this afflicted and pure 
one? "No," said the good spirit in him, "wound her 
not again, as her brother did. spare her! be silent, 
respectful : then thou lovest her." 

Here he stepped out on the illuminated earth as into 
a heavenly hall, and took the open sun-path, but softly, 
along before the fountains. As he passed by her, all at 
once the arcade of drops, which had half latticed her 
round, collapsed, and Liana stood cloudless, as a pure 
Luna, without her cloud-court, in the deep blue of heaven ; 
a shining lily * from the next world, which, to herself, is 

* It used to be believed that a lily lying in the singing-seats signi- 
fied the death of the person to whom it belonged. 

2I 4 


a sign that she is soon to pass thither. O his heart, full 
of virtue, felt with trembling the nearness of virtue in 
another ; and, with all signs of the deepest veneration, 
he walked along by the quiet being, who could not ob- 
serve them. 

Not till, at every step, a heaven had escaped from him, 
and he at last had none but the one above his head, did 
he become quite gentle ; and then he was glad that he 
had not been bolder. How the earth now shines to him, 
how the heaven of suns approaches him, how his heart 
loves ! O, at some future time after yet many years, 
when this glowing rose-garden of rapture already lies 
far behind thy back, how softly and magically will it, 
when thou turnest round and lookest toward it, glimmer 
after thee as a white rose-parterre of memory ! 


Albano's Peculiarity. — The intricate Interlacings op Pol- 
itics. — The Herostratus of Gaming-Tables. — Paternal 
" Mandatum sine Clausula." — Good Society. — Mr. Von 
Bouverot. — Liana's Spiritual and Bodily Presence. 

36. CYCLE. 

F the Feudal-Provost Von HafenrefFer had no 
existence except as a creature of my fancy, I 
should certainly proceed with my history, and 
tell the world, as matter of fact (and the 
whole romance- writing set would go to the death upon 
it *), that Albano was sitting there the next morning, 
blind and deaf, behind the broad bandage which the 
bandage-maker Cupid had bound before his eyes, — that 
he had not been able to count more than five, except at 
evening, when he cast up the strokes of the clock, in or- 
der, afterward, to run in a magic circle round the Froulay 
water-house, like one who sets out to charm the fire which 
glides snake-like after him, — that he had, through those 
two blow-holes f wherewith sentimental whales blubber 
right out in bookstores, spouted out considerable streams, 

* Lit " Let themselves be struck dead thereupon," i. e. lay their 
life that it was so. We have a vulgarism : " I '11 be shot if it 's not 
so." — Tr. 

t Blase-löcher, mouth-pieces. — Tr. 



— for the rest, had never looked at another book (except 
some leaves in the book of Nature), nor at another hu- 
man being (except a blind man), — "and to this my 
surgeon's certificate of erotic wound-fevers (I would say 
at the conclusion of my lies) Nature manifestly sets her 
privy seal." 

That she does not, says Hafenreffer ; these are noth- 
ing but confounded lies ; the case is quite otherwise, 
thus : — 

Zesara never stole a second time into Froulay's gar- 
den ; a proud blush of shame darted over him at the 
very thought of the painful blush with which he should 
come in contact, for the first time, with a mistrustful or 
inquiring eye. 

But in this wise the dear soul remained hid from him 
until her recovery, as the May-month did from her ; and 
he silently tormented himself with reckonings up of her 
sufferings and doubts of her cure. He was ashamed to 
be taking any pleasure during her period of sadness, and 
forbade himself the enjoyment of spring and the visiting 
of Lilar : ah ! he knew too, full well, that the loving 
spring and Lilar, where she had received so many joys 
and the last wound, would make his heart too ungovern- 
able and too full. 

His thirst for knowledge and worth, his pride, which 
bade him stand in a glorious light with his father and his 
two friends, impelled him onward in his career. With 
all his native fire he threw himself upon jurisprudence, 
and took no longer any other walks than between the 
lecture-room and his study-chamber. To this zeal he 
was driven by a characteristic passion for completeness ; 
everything imperfect was to him almost a physical hor- 
ror ; he was shocked at defective collections, broken sets 



of monthly magazines, lawsuits left to sleep, libraries, 
because he could never read them out, people who died 
as aspirants for office, or in the midst of building-plans, 
or without a rounded system of thought, or as journey- 
men clothiers' boys or shoemakers' apprentices, and even 
Augusti's flute-playing, which he only took up by the way. 
It was the same energy which made him hold the bridle of 
Psyche's winged horse tight, and stick the rowel of the spur 
into him ; even when a child he had experimented on 
this kind of force, in the holding of his breath, or in the 
painful pressure of a sore spot, — and, by Heaven! he 
now, figuratively, did both again. There dwelt in him 
a mighty will, which merely said to the serving-company 
of impulses, Let it be ! Such a will is not stoicism, which 
rules merely over internal malefactors, or knaves, or pris- 
oners of war, or children, but it is that genially energetic 
spirit, which conditions and binds the healthy savages of 
our bosoms, and which says more royally to itself, than 
the Spanish regent to others, I, the king ! 

Ah, of course (how could his warm soul do otherwise ?) 
he often stood, at midnight, before the breezy window, 
and looked tearfully at the white Madonna of the minis- 
terial palace, silvered by the pure moon. Yes, in the 
daytime, he often sketched in his souvenir (it happened 
to be a fountain and a form behind it, nothing more), or 
he read in the Messiah (naturally going on with the 
canto which he had already begun at the house of the 
Minister's lady), or he informed himself about nervous 
maladies, (was he, perhaps, with all his studying, guarded 
against them ?) or he let the fire of his fingers run over 
the strings, — nay, he would have plucked nothing but 
roses, although with thorns, had this been their blooming 




And this sighing, stifled soul must shut itself up ! O, 
he began already to fear every key of the harpsichord 
would become a stylus, the instrument itself a box of let- 
ters, and all actions treacherously legible words. For he 
must keep silent. The first young love, like that of busi- 
ness people (those of the Electorate of Saxony excepted), 
needs no instruments of speech, at most only a portable 
inkstand and pen. Only worldly people, who repeat their 
declarations of love quite as often as the players, are in 
a situation — and on similar grounds — to publish them, 
just as the players do. But in the holier season of life 
the image of the most beloved soul is hung, not in the 
parlor and antechamber, but in the dim, silent oratory : 
only with loved ones do we speak of loved ones. Ah, it 
was with reluctance that he even heard others speak of 
his saint ; and he often stole (with the altar of incense in 
his bosom) out of the room where people were carrying 
round for her a censer more full of coal-smoke than of 

37. CYCLE. 

They were expecting every day in Pestitz the return of 
the German gentleman M. de Bouverot, who had been in 
Haarhaar, putting the last retouching hand to the almost 
sketched marriage contract between Luigi and a Haarhaar 
princess, Isabella. Augusti was not partial to him, and 
even said Bouverot had no honnetete ;* and related the 
following, but with the soft irony of a man of the world : 

Some years before, Bouverot had been sent by the 
court of Haarhaar f to the Pope at Rome, in relation to 

* Honnetete entirely excludes, in the higher classes, murder; des- 
honnetete, lying, &c, except in a certain degree. 

t This court is Catholic, but the country Lutheran; and to this 
latter confession that of Hohenfliess also subscribes. 


certain canonical difficulties ; just at the time when Luigi 
also made the princely procession to Rome, together with 
his Romish indications.* Now Haarhaar, which in truth 
already went chapeau-bas with the princely hat of Hohen- 
fliess, and had every possible officinal prospect of wearing 
it, would not, for this very reason, present the appearance 
of looking with cold eyes on the extinction of the race 
of Hohenfliess, the more, as the very male support of the 
line, Luigi, even in his first years, was not a hero of any 
great nervous significance. Nay, it must needs be a mat- 
ter of some consequence to the court of Haarhaar that 
the good thin autumn-flowerage should return, if possible, 
otherwise than it went out ; and even on such grounds it 
privily instructed the German gentleman to rule and 
watch over all his pleasures and pains as maitre de plai- 
sirs, — especially with mattresses de plaisirs, — in such a 
manner as to give perfect satisfaction in this respect. 
Meanwhile, if our princely abiturient f had started pure 
as a foetus, unhappily he was brought back ground down 
to a punctum saliens, especially as, by sundry caprioles 
and other leaps through the hoop of pleasure, he was 
spoiled for the leap into the knight's saddle. It may be 
possible that the German gentleman was too sanguine in 
his expectations of the rejuvenescence of the Prince ; yes, 
he may have imitated the youth-restoring, wondrous es- 
sence of the Marquis d'Aymar,J whereby an innocent old 
lady, who anointed herself with the elixir more than her 
years required, was, through the excessive renovation, 
reduced to a little child. In short, by this crusade under 
the Knight of the Cross, Bouverot, the princely seat of 

* Or convocations every fifteen years. — Tr. 
t A departing graduate. — Tr. 

J See Count Lamberg's Day-book of a Man of the World. 



Hohenfliess — as is often the consequence of crusades — 
will be left open at the proper time, and Haarhaar will 
seat itself thereon. 

I confess reluctantly that Albano, in the beginning, — 
because, with all his sharp-sightedness, his purity was 
quite as great, — comprehended the fact only confusedly ; 
but when he did get the idea, it was to him pharmaceutic 
manna, as it was to Schoppe Israelitish. " The Knight 
of the Cross," said the latter, " beareth not his cross in 
vain, — it does him quite as much service as one daubed 
on the houses in Italy does to them : not a soul may piss 
on either of them, although even in Rome it may be done 
before every antechamber." 

Not long after that our three friends were going out 
into the street just at the hour when the noisy carriages 
rolled along to tea and play, when a litter was carried by 
before them with the seat backward, whereupon, however, 
nobody was sitting. " Holy Father ! " cried Schoppe, " in 
there sits, bodily, Cephisio, from Rome, who must some- 
time or other give me a sound drubbing." — u Softly, 
softly ! " said Augusti, " that is the German gentleman ; 
Cephisio is his Arcadian name." * — " Well, I rejoice so 
much the more that I once in my life had a hearty, 
downright set-to with the red-nose," said he, turning 
round and accompanying the litter, with his arms thrust 
under it, for almost ten paces, in order to get a better 
view of the caged bird, before the latter snatched-to the 
curtains. Albano caught a glimpse within the litter, as 
it passed swiftly along, only of a sharp eye drawn like a 
dagger, and a red-glowing nose-bud. 

Schoppe came back and related the transactions in 

* Whoever goes to the Academy of the Arcadians, takes an Arca- 
dian name. 



Rome. He said, against all mortal sinners, blood-guilty 
men, and imps of iniquity he bore no such bitter and 
grim wrath as against professional bankers, croupiers,* 
and Grecs ; if he had a canker-worm-iron wherewith he 
might scrape away this vermin from the earth, or a co- 
chineal-mill wherewith he might grind them to powder, 
he would do it most cordially. " O heavens ! " he then 
broke out, " had I in fact my foot just stretched out over 
the curling, coiling worm-stalk (and though that foot had 
the gout in it), I would gladly dash it down upon them, 
and tread out the vile filth." But what he could, he did. 
Being his own travelling servant, and a decoy-spider, 
darting to and fro through all Europe, he had full often 
the pleasure of getting these faro-leaf-caterpillars and 
leaf-sappers under his thumb, — of becoming their pre- 
tended associates, — learning their tactics, — and then 
rolling some fire-wheel or other into their hissing snakes'- 
hole. I am not intimately instructed whether it is known 
in Leipsic who the ringleader was that, a short time 
since, at the fair, played a mock-police with mimic-con- 
stables, and broke up a bank ; — at least the bankers were 
altogether out on the subject, because they were expect- 
ing the real police the next day, and were begging for 
some indulgences and ^71egal-benefits ; but I am in a con- 
dition here to name the thief-catcher: it was Schoppe. 
The spoils he applied mostly to the purpose of running 
new mines under the faro-tables. 

With Cephisio he had played his cards otherwise. He 
stepped up before his bank, and looked on for some min- 
utes, and at last presented a leaf with a stamped louis- 
d'or. It won, and he showed behind the card a long roll 

* One who watches the card and takes up the money at the 
bank. — Tr. 



of louis. Bouverot would not pay this roll. " He had 
not seen anything," he said. " What is your croupier 
sitting there for, then ? 9 said Schoppe, and pronounced 
them swindlers, if they did not pay. To escape greater 
damage, they paid him his winnings. He took the money 
coldly, and departed, with these words to the Pointeurs: 
" Gentlemen, I assure you, you are playing here with 
finished cheats ; but they have paid me only because I 
knew them." Amidst the increasing stiffness and pale- 
ness of the partners he turned, and slowly, with his broad- 
shouldered, compact figure, and his knotty cudgel, walked 
away unscathed. 

Augusti wished from his heart — for the persecution's 
sake — that Bouverot might not know the Librarian 
again. They found at home an invitation from the Min- 
ister to tea and supper. " The poor daughter ! " said 
Augusti ; u for the sake of this Bouverot, the half-blind 
one must go to-morrow to the table." Meanwhile, our 
youth will then surely see her again at last, and only a 
spring-day separates him from the dearest object! If 
Augusti is right, then my observation fits in here, that 
a good sound villain is always the motive-pike which sets 
the still, quaker-like carp-tribe in the pond to swimming ; 
the hidden pock-matter, which brings cold children at 
once to life. 

38. CYCLE. 

LIANA'S eyes healed, but only slowly : Nature 
would not lead her at once out of her sombre 
prison into the sun ; she could now, like the philosophers, 
just recognize light rather than forms. Nevertheless, 
the Minister issued cabinet orders that she should day 
after to-morrow play on the harmonica, appear at the 



sonper, and even make the salad, and thereby mask her 
blindness. He sometimes commanded impossible things, 
in order to meet with as much disobedience as his anger 
needed for the purpose of venting itself in punishment. 
Certain people keep themselves all day long full of vex- 
ation beforehand for some coming event or other, like 
urinal phosphate, which always boils under the micro- 
scope, or forges, wherein every day fire breaks out. 

The Minister's lady pronounced her soft, firm, No. 
About the harmonica she said she had asked the Doctor, 
in his name, who had strictly forbidden it ; and the rest 
was an impossibility. Here he could already, he felt so 
like it, be angry at several things, especially at the asking 
of the Doctor, which, however, had not yet taken place ; 
he grew mad enough, and swore he should act according 
to his own principles, and devil a bit did he care for 
other people's. 

This principle was in the present case the German 
gentleman. That is to say, the above-mentioned anec- 
dote — Bouverot's guardianship of the hereditary Prince 
on his travels, or the design of the thing — had at 
both courts come to be the common talk in assemblies 
and at tables, and was hidden only from the Prince 
Luigi ; for on thrones, there are almost no mysteries to 
any one excepting him (hardly his wife) who sits there- 
upon, as in whispering-galleries the people in distant 
corners hear everything aloud, only not he who stands 
in the middle. The German gentleman was, therefore, 
in the Hohenfliess system, the important port-vein and 
pulmonary artery wherewith even Froulay would water 
himself. The latter is obliged throughout to serve the 
present and the future, or two masters, of whom the one 
of Haarhaar might very soon be his. 



Bouverot was attached not merely to Froulay the min- 
ister, but to Froulay the father; a man like him, who 
causes to be sent after him from Italy a whole cabinet of 
Art, and whose acquaintance with the arts has so long 
knit together even him and the Prince, must know how 
to prize a Madonna of such carnation as Liana, and of 
the Romish school, and, what is more, who, detached from 
the canvas, moved as a full, breathing rose. As to marry- 
ing the rose, that he could not propose to himself, because 
he was a German Herr. 

He had not seen her since his Italian tour, — nor had 
the Count either, — to both the Minister wished to show 
her as a round pearl of special whiteness and figure. 
Froulay had — which after all happens oftener than we 
imagine — quite as much vanity as pride; the latter to 
repel blame, the former to court praise. But I should 
have now to write a tournament-chronicle to tell posterity 
the half of all his raging and racing and lance-thrusts, 
in a fight wherein he served under the banners of en- 
mity, vanity, and avarice. He was no more to be hunted 
to death than a wolf. All weapons were alike to him, 
and he was ever taking sharper and more poisonous ones. 
In the old judicial duels between man and wife, the man 
stood commonly up to his stomach in a pit, in order to 
bring his strength down to a level with the woman's, and 
she struck at him with a stone tied up in a veil ; but in 
the matrimonial duels the man seems to stand in the free 
air and the woman in the earth, and she often has only 
the veil without the stone. 

In this combat there stepped between the two a shining 
peace-angel who caught the wounds, namely, Liana. The 
daughter, who had an enthusiastic love for her mother, and 
the womanly reverence for the stronger sex toward her 


father, and who suffered so endlessly under their strifes, 
fell upon her mother's neck and begged her to allow 
her what her father demanded ; she would certainly do 
everything so as not to excite observation ; she would 
take the greatest pains and practise herself specially be- 
forehand, — ah, he would otherwise only be still more 
unkind to her poor brother, — this discord, merely on her 
account, was so painful to her, and perhaps more injuri- 
ous than playing on the harmonica. 

" My child, thou knowest," said the mother, for now 
she had asked, " what the physician said yesterday against 
the harmonica ; the rest is at thine own risk ! " Liana 
kissed her joyfully. She must needs be led to her father, 
that she might make known to him aloud the gladness of 
her obedience. " I thank you, and be hanged," said he, 
softly ; it is simply your cursed duty." She left him with 
her joy dissipated to atoms, but without any great pangs ; 
she was already accustomed to this. 

39. CYCLE. 

THE Lector, while they were yet on their way to 
the Minister's, begged Albano to moderate the 
fire of his assertions and his pantomimes. He made 
known to him only so much of the family-jar as was 
necessary, in order that he might not, by a mistaken idea 
of her restoration, throw Liana into embarrassment. As 
they entered the card-room, everything was already in 
full blaze. 

As, at this time, no one is presented to him, I must do 
it ; they are disciples (at least twelfth disciples) of the 

And first, I introduce to thee the holy President of 
10* o 



Justice, Von Landrok, a good apothecary's-balance of 
Themis, which weighs out scruples, and wherein no false 
weights He ; but what is quite as bad, much smut, rub- 
bish, and rust. Those at the ombre-table near by are 
the lords and ladies of Vey, Flöl, and Kob, sleek, fine 
souls, like minerals in cabinets, polished off on the show- 
side, but on the concealed base still jagged and scratch- 

Go with me to the entrance of the next apartment ; 
here I have to present to thee the young but fat canon 
Von Meiler, who, in order to line and stuff out and pad 
his inner man with a thick, warm, outer one, needs to 
fleece no more peasants yearly than the number of linden- 
trees the Russian peels for his bark-shoes, namely, one 
hundred and fifty. 

The apartment into which thou art looking I present 
to thee as a fly-glass full of courtiers, who, in order to 
enter into the kingdom of heaven, have become not merely 
children, but in fact embryons of four weeks, who, as is 
well known, look like flies ; if Swift desires of his ser- 
vants nothing more than the shutting-to of the doors, 
these wish nothing of their employer and bread-provider 
but the leaving-open of the same. 

I have the honor to set before thee yonder — it is 
he who is not playing — the holy Church-Counsellor, 
Schäpe, who would fain be chief chaplain to the court ; 
a soft scoundrel, who soaks and softens the seed-corns of 
the divine and human word, like melon-seed (they are 
thereby to spring up sooner in the heart), so long in 
sugared wine, that they rot in it ; a spiritual lord who 
never in his life offered any other prayers than the two 
which he always refuses, the fourth and fifth.* 

* Give us our daily bread, aud forgive us our debts. — [ ? Tk.] 



But the Lector will soon name to thee, at the window, 
every one of the lords and dames, coldly, gently, and 
without pantomime. At present the Minister himself 
conducts thee to a gentleman, one of the players, with 
a cross on, who drinks water with saltpetre, and is con- 
tinually licking his dry mouth ; it is Bouverot, — he is 
just rising in thy presence ; examine the cold, but impu- 
dent and cutting, sharply-ground eye, whose corners re- . 
semble a pair of open tinman's-shears, or a trap set, — 
the red nose, and the hard, lipless mouth, whose reddish 
crab's-claw, worn off by whetting, pinches together, — 
the cocked-up chin, and the whole stocky, firm figure. 
Albano does not surprise him ; he has already seen all 
men, and he inquires about no one. 

The Minister refreshed the youth, whose inner being 
was one snarl, with the promise that at supper he would 
present to him his daughter. He offered him a game ; 
but Alban replied, with a too youthful accent, he never 

He could now roam round through the lanes of the 
card-tables, and survey whatever he wished. In such a 
case one posts himself, if tkere is no one of the company 
whom he can endure, exactly before or beside the face he 
detests the most, in order inwardly to lash himself into 
vexation at every word and every feature of the counte- 
nance. Albano might have had many visages in his 
eye which were, at least in a small degree, intolerable, 
and by which he might have stationed himself ; — nay, 
no sufficient reasons could have been assigned why he 
should not have given his whole attention to a certain 
chaffy, dried up paste-eel, a weakling full of impertinence, 
who was observing through an eye-glass the card constel- 
lations as they came up, while Albano could extend the 



feelers of his optic nerves even to the spots on the cards 
in the second apartment ; — there would, indeed, have 
been no reasons, had not the German gentleman been 
there ; before him he must place himself ; of him he 
knew the most and the worst ; he stood in distant con- 
nection with Schoppe, even with Liana. Furies ! in the 
neighborhood of certain faces the pinions of the soul 
crumple up and mew themselves as swans' and pigeons' 
feathers are crushed before eagles' quills ; it was as un- 
comfortable and close for all the innocent feelings in such 
a roomy breast as Albano's, as it is to a flock of pigeons 
into whose cote some one has thrown the tail of a polecat. 

I cannot disguise the fact, he muttered and growled in- 
wardly at all the man did and had, — whether it was hiss 
having fingers whose points were finely shaved for the 
faro-game, and whose nails had been somewhat peeled 
off by an altogether worse game of hazard yet, — or his 
looking occasionally through the hair of his eyebrows, — 
or (only once) squashing a fly by a sudden snapping to 
of his lips like a fly-trap, — or his uttering now a fine of 
German and now of French, which I expect of good 
circles, whereas only low people never bring out a Ger- 
man word, except a few, such as Lansquenet* canif 
(kneif), birambrot (bier am brod), excepted. Suffice it, 
he thought always of Schoppe's fine expression : " There 
are men and times at which and with whom nothing could 
be more refreshing to an honest man than — to give them 
a sound drubbing." Duelling is quite as good, thought 
the Count. 

However, Schoppe must here be justified by an au- 
thority. Namely, the author himself, otherwise such 
a soft, warm swan-skin, could never stand behind card- 

* Lanzkiiecht. — Tr. 



table-chairs without becoming a complete game-cock, and 
spreading out his scratching, bristly wing the wider the 
longer he idly looked on ; the reason is this, that in gen- 
eral one finds only those people more and more tolerable 
and better upon acquaintance, with whom one pursues and 
purposes the same kind of objects. 

Albano wished heartily he had his brother-in-arms 
Schoppe with him now ; he went often, it is true, to 
Augusti to vent himself ; but he always sought to pacify 
him ; yes, by keeping himself constantly engaged with 
the church-counsellor, he cut off from him the opportu- 
nity of betraying his youthful, inexperienced soul to lis- 
teners. Moreover, the Lector chose afterward for half 
an hour — what familiar friends often do in the absence 
of familiar female friends — the latter (namely, absence). 

The Count stood some time behind Bouverot's seat, 
and looked into a Chinese mirror, japanned on the inside 
with grotesque figures, and changed his position constant- 
ly, till he brought Cephisio's face to appear therein right 
beside a painted dragon, just by way of comparison ; — 
all this went on, interrupted, however, by constantly in- 
creasing heart-beatings for Liana, when the servants 
opened the doors to the supper-hall ; and now his heart 
thumped even to pain, and his form, already so blooming 
with youth, hung all full of the roses of happy and 
modest confusion. 

40. CYCLE. 

WITH beating heart and burning cheek he made 
his way into the midst of the motley prome- 
nading throng with some old lady or other, who, in her 
vanity, misunderstood him, and at once hung on his arm 



like a spring-bracelet, and who got nothing from him but 

— answers. With flying and piercing glances he stepped 
into the bright hall, which seemed as if it were made of 
crystallized light, and into the sea of heads. He was 
just making some answer when he caught, in the tumult 
behind him, the low words, "I certainly hear my brother," 

— and immediately the still lower refutation, " It is my 
Count." He turned round ; between the Lector and her 
mother stood the dear Liana, a modest, timid, pale-red 
angel, in a black silk dress, over which ran only the glit- 
tering spring-frost of a silver chain, and with a light 
ribbon in her blond hair. The mother presented her to 
him, and the tender cheek bloomed more redly, — for 
she had, indeed, confounded the similar voices of the 
guest and the brother, — and she cast down those beau- 
tiful eyes which could see nothing. Ah, Albano, how 
violently thy heart trembles now that the past has be- 
come present, the moonlit night a spring morning ; and 
this still form, now so near thee, works far more mightily 
than in any dream ! She was too holy in his sight for 
him to have been able to utter a lie before her about the 
apparent recovery ; he preferred silence ; — and thus the 
warmest friend of her life came to her the first time only 
veiled and dumb. 

The Lector soon led her away to her seat under the 
second lustre ; opposite her sat her mother (probably, for 
this reason, that the good, unconscious daughter, who 
surely could not always be letting her eyelids fall, might 
raise them with friendliness and propriety towards a be- 
loved being) ; the German gentleman, as an acquaint- 
ance, seated himself, without further ceremony, on her 
right, Augusti on her left, — Zesara, as Count, came far 
up above beside the highest lady. 


Deuse take it ! that is, unfortunately, so often my own 
case ! I assert the upper seat of honor, — and observe, a 
mile below me, the daughter, but, like a myops, only half 
of her, and can bring about nothing the whole evening. 
Do pray transpose me without any scruples down beside 
her, — you have to deal with nothing more than a puffed- 
up man, — why, on earth, as in the heavens, must, then, 
the largest planets be placed exactly the farthest from 
their sun ? 

I now draw my readers to the Minister's table, not to 
show them the ministerial pomp ingrafted upon avarice, 
or his dance of honor hemmed in between the parallel 
lines of etiquette, or even his family arms, which were 
carried round on every chafing-dish and salt-cellar, and 
with the ice and mustard, — enough for us to know the 
ubiquity of the insignia upon his flower-pots, shirts, bed- 
clothes, dog's cravats, and all his thoughts ; but the reader 
shall just now look only at my hero. 

He is very prominent. Upon such a new-comer, peo- 
ple, in a residence-city, have already, before he has fairly 
given the driver his drinking-money, got all possible light 
of nature and revelation ; nineteen of the company were 
fastened upon him as his moral odometers. The bold- 
ness of his nature and his rank made up with him for 
worldly tact, which was missed nowhere except in this, 
that he never took sides except in the very strongest 
manner, and always ran off into general and cosmopolitan 
observations. But see, I pray you ! — O, I wish Liana 
could see it, — how the rosy glow and the fresh green of 
his healthiness shines among the yellow sicklings of the 
age, out of whom, as from ships on the African coast of 
youth, all the pitch that held them together had run out, 
— and how the cheek-redness of spiritual health, a ten- 



der, ever-returning suffusion (from anxiety about Liana) 
graces him, whereas most of the world's people at the 
table seem, like cotton wool, to take all colors more easily 
than red ! 

He looked and listened, against the salvation-laws of 
visiting, too much to Liana. She ate, under the height- 
ened redness of a fear of mistaking, only sparingly, but 
without embarrassment; the Lector, with easy hand, 
barred up against her the smallest road to error. What 
astonished him was, that she covered such a sensitive and 
easily weeping heart with such an unembarrassed cheerful- 
ness of countenance and conversation. Young man ! that 
is, with the most delicate maidens, free from pangs of love, 
no covering and disguise, but an enjoying of the moment 
and habitual courtesy ! She retained so considerately 
(what she had probably learned beforehand) the relative 
rank of the familiar voices, that she never directed her 
answer to the wrong place. She, however, looked often 
to her mother with full eyes, and smiled then still more 
serenely, not, however, for the purpose of deceiving, but 
from real, hearty love. 

Touching her salad, the best and most fit to be a 
prince's table-guest among my female readers, who had 
seen her mix it, would have taken several fork-loads 
thereof. Uncommonly charming was it, when, growing 
more earnest and red, she drew off her glove before the 
blue, celestial hemisphere of glass ; with white hands and 
supple arms, without a silken fold, worked away in the 
green, between the blue of the glass and the black of the 
silk ; considerately felt for the vinegar- and oil-castors, and 
poured out as much as her practice (and the deciphered 
advice of the Lector, — at least so it seems to me) directed. 
By heavens ! the dressing is, in this case, the salad ; and 


the vain Minister, who had no understanding of pictures, 
had a great eye for things that would make good pictures. 

The mother seemed scarcely to look at the leaf-mixing. 
To the Count, the Minister's lady seemed to-day to have 
only good-breeding and no pious strictness ; but he did 
not yet sufficiently know those polished women, who have 
refinement without wit, sensibility without fire, clearness 
without coldness ; who borrow of the snail his feelers, his 
softness, his coolness, and his dumb gait, and who demand 
and deserve more confidence than they obtain. 

At this moment came in Cephisio, like an angel among 
three men in the fiery furnace, but a dark angel. To the 
Count, his contiguity of seat, and every word he addressed 
to Liana, was already a crucifixion, — only to pass with a 
look from her to him was an agony, little different from 
that which I should have, if I had spent a day at Dresden 
in the antique Olympus of ancient gods, and then, on going 
out, should fall into a refectory full of swollen monks, or 
into a naturalist's cabinet full of stuffed malefactors' skins 
and bottled embryo-spiders. However he was pacified — 
in my opinion, only deceived — by one thing, that the 
German gentleman did not blaze away in lyrics beside 
her, was neither in heaven nor out of his head, but in his 
head, and quite composed and very polite. There are no 
pigeons, Count, — ask the farmers, — which the hawks 
oftener pounce upon than the glossy white ones ! 

The German gentleman now produced a snuff-box, with 
a neat picture of Lilar, and asked Liana how it pleased 
her ; he liked the sentimentality of it particularly. 

The Lector was terrified, leaned forward toward the 
box-piece, and threw out a few opinions beforehand which 
should guide the half-blind one in forming her own ; but 
after she had passed it two or three times obliquely 



against the lights and near before her eyes, she was 
able to express an original opinion herself, that the child 
illuminated by the half-sunken sun, who is drawn aloft by 
a flower-chain under the triumphal arch, was, to her feel- 
ings, " so very lovely." Here — and I have observed the 
same case in a half-blind lady of powerful fancy and 
receptive sense of art — the effort and the artistic sense, 
or the spiritual eye, came to meet the bodily half-way. 
The box, as well as its snuff, was presented farther on, 
and came down along to the Counsellor of Arts, Fraisch- 
dörfer, upon whom the new Prince's love of the arts and 
the favorite's knowledge in them now placed new crowns ; 
he found fault with nothing but the white of the blossoms. 
" Spring," said he, " is, by reason of its wearisome white- 
ness, a mere monochrome ; I have visited Lilar only in 
autumn." " There is the nightingale's song, too, which 
we of course cannot paint, but yet we can hear it," said 
Liana, cheerfully ; he was her teacher, and now, in the 
technology of painting, even her father's. Over all her 
acquisitions and inner fruits and blossoms the rose of 
silence had been painted ; to that her tyrannical father 
had entirely accustomed her, and especially before men, in 
whom she always revered copied fathers. 

When the landscape came to Albano, and he held be- 
fore him in miniature that spring night when Lilar and 
the noble old man appeared to him so enchantingly, — and 
as he touched what the dear soul had handled, — and now 
in his own soul all accordant strings trembled, — just then 
the Devil struck again a dissonant chord of the seventh : — 

" The Prince, gracious sir," said the Minister to the 
German gentleman, " was yesterday buried in private ; 
only eight days hence we have the public interment. We 
are obliged to hasten, because the suspension of the court- 


mourning lasts until the inauguration, on ascension-day, 
is gone by." I am too mueli excited to express myself 
upon the eternal master of ceremonies, Froulay, who 
would have raised a lantern-tax in the sun, and bridge- 
toll before park-bridges and asses'-bridges ; but Albano, 
dazzled by so many side-lights and glancing rays, — re- 
minded of Liana's sorrow over the old man, of his birth- 
day, of the heart without a breast, and of the madness of 
the world, — was not in a condition, however much he 
had intended appearing in gentleness and lambs' clothes 
before Froulay, to keep the latter on ; but he must needs 
(and louder than he meant), in opposition to his next 
neighbor, the Church Counsellor, Schäpe, with too great 
youthful exasperation (not lessened by the eager listening 
of Liana for the brotherly voice) declare himself against 
many things, — against the everlasting dead sham-life of 
men, — against the ceremonial haughtiness of a soulless 
form, — against this starving on love merely from making 
false shows of it ; — ah, his whole heart burned on his lip ! 

The honest Schäpe, whom I just now called a scoun- 
drel, took, with several expressions of countenance, Alba- 
no's part. But I do not by any means, friend Albano ! — 
thou hast yet to learn for the first time that men, in re- 
spect to ceremonies, modes, and laws, like a flock of sheep, 
will, in a body, provided the bell-wether can only be got 
to leap over a pole, continue to leap carefully over the 
same place when the pole has been taken away ; — and 
the most and highest leaps, in the state, are those we 
make without the pole. But a youth would be an ordi- 
nary one who should love civil life very early, however 
certain it is that he and we all judge too bitterly the 
faults of every office which we do not ourselves hold. 

The company listened in silence, and, out of politeness,, 
only inwardly admired ; on Liana fell a tender seriousness. 



They rose, — the closeness vanished, — so did his zeal ; 

— but, whether it came from the speaking, or the con- 
templation of the loved object, or from a youthful over- 
leaping of the hedges of visiting-propriety, — (it arose 
not, however, from want of manners), — the fact is not 
to be denied (and I do my best, too, to give it ex- 
actly) that the Count left the poor old lady who had 
been escorted in by him, — Hafenreffer himself knows 
not her name, — left her standing, and, I believe uncon- 
sciously, took Liana under his escort. Ah, her ! What 
shall I say of the magic nearness of the dreamed-of soul, 

— of the light resting of her hand, felt only by the arm 
of the inner man, not of the outer, — of the shortness of 
the heavenly way, which should have been at least as 
long as Frederick Street ? Verily, he himself said noth- 
ing, — he thought merely of the abominable Inhibitorial- 
room, where their separation must take place, — he trem- 
bled at every inquiring sound. "You have, perhaps," 
said Liana, lightly and openly, who loved to hear the 
friendly voice, especially after the warm discourse, " al- 
ready visited our Lilar ? " — " Truly not; but have you ? " 
he said, too much confused. "My mother and I have 
made it our favorite home every spring." 

Now were they in the parting-chamber. Alas ! there 
and thus he stood with her, who saw nothing, for some 
seconds immovable, and looked straight before him, 
wanting to say something, till he was aroused by her 
mother, who was eagerly seeking, for her affection, which 
the whole evening had been nourishing, a sequestered 
hour on her daughter's heart, — and so all was over, for 
both vanished like apparitions. 

But Alban was as a man who is deserted by a glorious 
dream, and who all the morning is so inwardly blest, but 
remembers the dream no more. And yet, stands not 


Lilar open to him, and will he not surely see it, so soon 
as ever Liana can see it too ? 

Never was he more gentle. The attentive Lector, in 
this warm, fruitful seed-time, threw in some good seed. 
He said, as they looked out together into the moonlit 
night, Albano had this evening hardly brought forward 
anything but thorny and exaggerated truths, which only 
imbitter, but do not enlighten. At another time the 
Count would have asked him whether he should have 
carried himself like Froulay and Bouverot, who, with all 
possible tolerance, presented theses and antitheses to each 
other, like an academical respondent and opponent, who 
previously prepare in concert logical wounds and plasters 
of equal length ; — but to-day he was very kindly disposed 
towards him. Augusti had so delicately and affection- 
ately cared for mother and daughter, — he had, without 
blackening or whitewashing, said much good, but nothing 
hastily, and his expositions had been calmly listened to: 
he had neither flattered nor offended. Albano, therefore, 
replied, softly : " But it is surely better to imbitter, dear 
Augusti, than to put to sleep. And to whom shall I then 
say the truth but to those who have it not nor any faith 
in it ? Surely not to others." " One can speak any 
truth," said he, " but one cannot reckon as truth every 
mode and mood in which he speaks it." 

" Ah ! " said Albano, and looked up ; beneath the starry 
heaven stood the marble Madonna of the palace, like a 
patron saint, softly illuminated, — and he thought of her 
sister,* — and of Lilar, — and of spring, — and of many 
dreams, — and how full his heart was of eternal love, and 
that he had as yet no friend and no loved one. 

* Liana. — Tr. 


Lk petit Lever of Dr. Sphex. — Path to Lilar. — Woodland- 
Bridge. — The Morning in Arcadia. — Chariton. — Liana's 
Letter and Psalm of Gratitude. — Sentimental Journey 
through a Garden. — The Flute-Dell. — Concerning the 
Reality of the Ideal. 

SAT up all last night till towards morning, — 
for I cannot suffer any strange dechiffreur in 
the case, — in order to cipher out the Jubilee 
to the very last word, so enchained was I by 
its charms ; I hope, however, as the mere thin leaf-skele- 
ton from Hafenreffer's hand has already done so much, 
that now, when I run through its veins with sap-colors 
and glossy green, the leaf will do absolute miracles. 

With the Count it had been troubled weather since last 
evening. For the patient, modest form which he had 
seen shone, like the purpose of a great deed, before all 
the images of his soul ; and in his dreams, and before he 
sank to slumber, her gentle voice became the Philomela 
of a spring-night. Withal, he heard them continually 
talking about her, especially the Doctor, who every morn- 
ing announced further progress of the ocular cure, and 
at last placed Liana's setting out for Lilar nearer and 
nearer. To hear of a loved one, however, even the most 


indifferent thing, is far mightier than to think of her. 
He heard further, that her brother, since the murder of 
her eyes, had withdrawn entirely from the city, in which 
he would not again appear except on a so-called festive- 
steed at the Prince's funeral ; — and around this Eden, or 
rather around its creatress, so high a garden-wall had 
been run, and he went round the wall and found no gate. 

I know nothing more odious than this; but in what 
residence-city is it otherwise ? If I ever wrote a Ro- 
mance (of which there is no probability), one thing I 
affirm openly, there is nothing which I would so sedu- 
lously shun as a residence-city, and a heroine in it saintly 
enough for a canoness. For the conjunction of the upper 
planets is more easily brought about than that of the upper 
class of lovers. Does he wish to speak alone with her at 
Court or at tea or in her family, there stands the Court, 
the tea-party, the family close by ; — will he meet her in 
the park, she rides, like the Chinese couriers, double, 
because we give a consciousness to maidens, as nature 
gives all important organs, duplicate, just as we give 
good wine double bottom ; — will he meet her at least 
accidentally in the street, then there stalks along behind 
her (if the street lies in Dresden), a sour servant as 
her plague-vinegar, soul-keeper, curator sexus, chevalier 
dlionneur, genius of Socrates, contradictor, and Pestilen- 
tiary. In the country, on the other hand, the parson's 
daughter takes a run (that is all), because the evening 
is so heavenly, about the fields of the parsonage, and 
the candidate needs do nothing more than put on his 
boots. Really, among people of rank, the mantle of 
(erotic) love seems in the beginning to be a Dr. Faust's 
mantle, which swears to soar over everything, whereas 
it merely covers over everything ; only, at last, there 



stands a Schreckhorn, a Mount Pilate, and a Jungfrau, 
before one's nose. 

Blessed hero! On Friday came the Lector, and re- 
ported, that on Monday the illustrious deceased — namely, 
his empty coffin — is to be buried, and Roquairol rides 
the festive-steed, — and Liana is almost well, for she 
goes with the Minister's lady to-morrow to Lilar, in all 
probability to escape some sad black-bordered notes of 
condolence, — and, on the following ascension-day comes 
the consecration and masquerade. . . . 

Blessed hero ! I repeat. For hitherto what hast thou 
possessed of the blooming vale of Tempe, except the 
barren heights whereon thou stood'st looking down into 
the enchantment? 

42. CYCLE. 

ON the May-Saturday-evening, at 7 o'clock, every 
vapor disappeared from the sky, and the brightly 
departing sun went to meet a glorious Sunday. Albano, 
who then, at length, meant to visit the unseen Lilar, was, 
on the evening before, as sacredly happy as if he were 
celebrating confession eve before the first holy supper ; — 
his sleep was one constant ecstasy and awaking, and 
in every dream a mimic Sunday morning rose, and the 
future became the dark prelude of the present. 

Early on Sunday he was about to sally forth, when he 
had to pass by the half-glass door of the Doctor, " Sir 
Count, one moment ! " cried he. When he entered, the 
Doctor said, " Directly, dear Sir Count ! " and went on 
with what he was about. To the painters, who, in future 
centuries, will draw from me as they have hitherto from 
Homer, I present the following group of the Doctor as 


a treasure ; he lay on his left side ; Galen was smoothing 
down his father's back with a little scratch-brush, while 
Boerhave stood near him with a broad comb, and kept 
dragging that instrument perpendicularly (not obliquely) 
through the hair. He always said he knew nothing that 
cheered him up so, and was such a good aperient, as 
brash and comb. Before the bed stood Van Swieten in 
a thick fur, which the correctioner had to wear when the 
weather was warm and his behavior bad, in order that 
he might, thus arrayed, be laughed at, as well as half 

Two girls stood waiting there in full Sunday gala, and 
were thinking of going out into the country to see a par- 
son's daughter, and to the village church ; these he first 
mauled, limb by limb, with the hammer of the law. He 
loved to make his children antipodes of Romish defend- 
ants, who appear in rags and tatters, and so he set them 
in the pillory, all ruffled and tasselled, especially before 
strangers. The Count had already this long time, on the 
red children's account, been standing with his face turned 
toward the open window ; he could not, however, refrain 
from saying, in Latin, " Were he his child, he would long 
ago have made way with himself ; he knew nothing 
more degrading than to be scolded in finery." " It takes 
so much the deeper hold," said Sphex, in German, and 
fired only these few farewell shots after the girls : " You 
are a pair of geese, and will do nothing in church but 
just cackle about your rags and tags ; why don't you 
mind the parson ? He is an ass, but he preaches well 
enough for you she-asses ; in the evening do you tell me 
every word of the sermon." 

Here is a laxative drink, Sir Count, which, as you are 
going to Lilar, I beg you to give the Architect's lady for 
11 p 



her little toads ; but don't take it ill ! " By the deuse ! 
that is what precisely those people most frequently say, 
who, themselves, never take anything ill. The Count, — 
who at another time would have contemptuously turned 
his back upon him, — now blushing and silent before the 
preserver of his Liana, put it into his pocket, because, 
too, it was for the children of his beloved Dian, to whose 
spouse he wished to bear greetings and news. 

43. CYCLE. 

LILAR is not, like so many princely gardens, a torn- 
out leaf of a deer-field, — a dead landscape-figurant 
and mimic- and miniature-park, — one of those show- 
dishes which are now served up and sketched at every 
court, of ruins, wildernesses, and woodland-cottages, but 
Lilar is the lusus naturce and bucolic poem of the roman- 
tic and sometimes juggling fancy of the old Prince. We 
shall soon enter in a body behind our hero, but only into 
Elysium. Tartarus is something entirely different, and 
the second part of Lilar. This separation of the con- 
trasts I praise even more than all. I have long wanted 
to go into a better garden than the common chameleonic 
ones are, where one hands you China and Italy, summer- 
house and charnel-house, hermitage and palace, poverty 
and riches (as in the cities and hearts of the proprietors), 
all on one dish, and where day and night, without an 
aurora, without a mezzotinto, are placed side by side. 
Lilar, on the contrary, — where the Elysium justifies its 
happy name by connected pleasure-tents and pleasure- 
groves, as the Tartarus does its gloomy one, by lonesome, 
veiled horrors, — that is drawn right out of my heart. 
But where is our youth now going with his dreams ? 


He is jet on the romantic road that leads into Lilar, 
properly the first garden-walk of the same. He strolled 
along an embowered road, which gently rose over hills, 
with open orchards, and into yellow-blooming grounds, 
and which, like the Rhine, now forced its way through 
green, ivy-clad rocks, and now opened its flying, smiling 
shores behind the twigs. Now the white benches under 
jessamine bushes and the white country-seats became 
more frequent ; he drew nearer, and the nightingales and 
canary-birds * of Lilar came roving along, like birds 
announcing land. The morning blew fresh through the 
spring, and the indented foliage yet held fast its light, 
ethereal drops. A carrier lay sleeping on his rack- 
wagon, which the beasts, browsing right and left, safely 
drew along the smooth road. Albano heard, in the Sun- 
(fay stillness, not the war-cry of oppressive labor, but the 
peace-bells of the towers : in the morning chime the 
future speaks, as in evening chimes the past ; and at this 
golden age of the day there stood, also, a golden age in 
his fresh bosom. 

Now the fork-tailed chimney-swallows began to quiver 
with their purple breasts over the heavenly blue of the 
wild germanders, announcing the approach of our dwell- 
ings as well as their own ; when his road seemed about to 
pass through an old, open, ruined castle, overhung with 
rich, thick leaves, like scales, at whose entrance, or egress, 
a red arm, pointing aside with the white inscription, 
" Way out of Tartarus into Elysium," stretched out to- 
ward a neighboring thicket. 

His heart rose within him at this double nearness 
of such opposite days. With long steps he pressed on 

* They have a whole room for winter quarters, of which in summer 
the windows are merely thrown open. 



toward the Elysian wood, which seemed to be cut off from 
him by a broad ditch. But he soon came out of the bush- 
work before a green bridge, which flung its arch like a 
giant serpent across the ditch, not, however, on the earth, 
but among the summits of the trees. It bore him in 
through a blooming wilderness of oaks, firs, silver-poplars, 
fruit-trees, and lindens. Then it brought him out into 
the open country, and now Lilar, from the east, flung, 
over the wide-extending spikes of grain, the splendor of 
a high golden ball to meet him. The bridge sank gently 
with him again into fragrant, glimmering broom, and be- 
neath and beside him sang and fluttered canary-birds, 
thrushes, finches, and nightingales, while the well-fed 
brood slept under the covert of the bridge. At last, after 
passing an arched avenue, it came up again to the light, 
and now he saw the blooming mountain cupola with tlie 
white altar, whereon he had knelt on a night of his youth ; 
and farther to the south behind him, the veil and dividing- 
wall of Tartarus, a high-reared wood ; and as he stepped 
onward, Elysium opened upon him more broadly, — a 
lane of small houses with Italian roofs full of little trees, 
smiled joyfully and familiarly upon the sight out of the 
green world-map of dells, groves, paths, lakes ; and in 
the east five triumphal gates opened passages into a wide- 
extending plain, waving on like a green-glistening sea, 
and in the west five others stood opposite to them with 
opened lands and mountains. 

As Albano passed down along the slowly-descending 
sweep of the bridge, there came forth into view, now 
blazing fountains, now red beds, now new gardens en- 
folded in the great one, and every step created the Eden 
anew. Full of awe he stepped out, as upon a hallowed 
soil, on the consecrated earth of the old Prince and the 



pious father* and Dian and Liana; his wild course was 
arrested, and entangled, as if by an earthquake ; the pure 
paradise seemed made merely for Liana's pure soul ; and 
now for the first time a timid question about the propriety 
of his hasty journey, and the loving fear of meeting for 
the first time her healed eye, made his happy bosom grow 

But how festal, how living, is all around him ! On the 
waters which gleam through the groves swans are glid- 
ing ; the pheasant stalks away into the bushes, deer peep 
curiously behind him out of the wood through which he 
has come, and white and black pigeons run busily under 
the gates, and on the western hills hang bleating sheep 
by the side of reposing lambs ; even the breast of the 
turtle-dove in some hidden valley trembles with the lan- 
guido of love. He strode through a long, high-bushed 
rose-field, that seemed a settlement and plantation of 
hedge-sparrows and nightingales, which hopped out of the 
bushes on the growing grass-banks, and ran out in vain 
after little worms ; and the lark sailed away on high over 
this second world, made for the more innocent of God's 
creatures, and sank behind the gates into the grain- 

Intoxicate thyself more and more, good youth, and 
link thy flowers into a chain as closely as the boy toward 
whom thou art hastening. For, overhead, on the Italian 
roof, before whose balustrade-breastwork silver-poplars, 
girdled about with broad vine-leaves, played, and which, 
in the spring-night, he had taken for a bower in roses, 

* Such was the general title of the secluded Emeritus, the court 
preacher, Spener, who resided there, and who was related to the noble 
old pious Spener, not only on the paternal side, but also on the spir- 



stood a blooming boy bent forward, who was letting down 
a chain of marigolds, and kept fastening on new rings to 
the too short green cable. " My name is Pollux," he 
answered briskly to Alban's soft question, " but my sis- 
ter is named Helena,* but my little brother is named 
Echion." " And thy father ? " " He is not here now, 
he is away off there in Rome ; just go in to mother 
Chariton, I am coming immediately." On what fairer 
day, in what fairer place, with what fairer hearts could 
he come into the holy family of the beloved Dian, than 
on this morning, and with this mood ? 

He went into the bright, laughing house, which was 
full of windows and green Venetian blinds. When he 
entered into the spring-room he found Chariton, a young, 
slender woman, looking almost like a girl of seventeen,! 
with the little Echion at her breast, defending herself 
against the sickly and excitable Helena, who, standing in 
a chair under the window, kept swinging in a many- 
leaved sling of a vine-branch, and trying to girdle and 
blind therewith the eyes of her mother. With charming 
confusion, wishing at once to rise, with her left hand to 
remove the leafy fetters without tearing, and to cover up 
the suckling more closely, she stepped forward, inclining 
her head, to meet the beautiful youth, with childlike 
friendliness and warmth, but with infinite shyness, not 
on account of the rank indicated by his dress, but because 
he was a man, and looked so noble, even like her Greek. 
He told her, with an enchanting love, which, perhaps, she 

* They had these names as twins. 

t The grammar seems to require " a still almost maidenly looking 
woman of seventeen years," but the translator did not dare to think 
Jean Paul could have meant that, consistently with the ages of the 
three children, though, as an Oriental, Chariton may have married 
very young. 


had never seen so magnificently pictured, on his strong 
countenance, his name, and the gratitude which his heart 
kept in store for her husband, and the news and greetings 
which he had brought from him. How the innocent fire 
blazed out of the dark eyes of the timid creature ! " Was 
then my lord," so she called her husband, "very well 
and happy ? " And so she began now, unembarrassed 
as a child, a long examination all about her husband. 

Pollux came dancing in with his long chain. Alban 
playfully took out the Doctor's medicine from his pocket, 
and said, " This is what you are to take." " Must I drink 
it right down, mother?" said the hero. Here she inquired 
quite as naively after the detailed prescriptions of the Doc- 
tor, until the little suckling at her breast rebelled, and drove 
her into a by-room to sit over the cradle. She excused 
herself, and said the little one must go to sleep, because 
she was going to walk with Liana, for whom she was 
looking every minute. 

Children love powerful faces. Alban was at once the 
favorite of children and dogs, only he could never act 
with the little jumping troop, on the childish play-ground, 
when grown spectators were in the boxes. 

" I can do a good many things ! " said Pollux. " And 
I can read, sir ! " rejoined Helena to her brother. " But 
then only in German ; but I can read Latin letters splen- 
didly, you ! " replied the little man to her, and ran round 
through the room after readings and specimens ; but in 
vain. "Man, wait a little!" said he, and ran up-stairs 
into Liana's chamber, and brought one of Liana's let- 



43«. CYCLE. 

ALBANO knew not that Liana had the upper — so 
bloomingly shaded — chamber reserved for her 
own private use, wherein she frequently — especially 
when her mother remained behind in the city — drew, 
wrote, and read. The childlike Chariton, inspired with 
the love-draught of friendship, did not know at all how 
she could possibly so much as show her warmth of kind- 
ness to the fair, affectionate friend : ah, what was a 
chamber ? Now into this always open room came the 
children, whom Liana sometimes heard read ; and thus 
was Pollux able on the present occasion to fetch out of 
the solitary room the sheet which she had written this 

While Albano, during the errand, sat so alone in the 
keeping-room of the far-off friend of his youth, near his 
still, pale daughter, who looked now at him and now at a 
toy sheep-fold, as well known to him as Liana's eastern 
chamber, when the morning breeze swept in the glorious 
hum through the cool window, especially when, in the 
light cut-work of the floor the Chinese shadows of the 
vine and poplar foliage crinkled into each other, and 
when, at length, Chariton began to sing the suckling to 
sleep with a quicker, louder lullaby, which sounded to 
him like her echoing sigh after the fair land of her youth ; 
then was his full heart, which had been already so stirred 
by all the events of the morning, wondrously moved, 
and — especially by the flickering sham-fight of the shad- 
ows — almost to tears ; and the child looked up more 
and more meaningly into his face. 

Then came Pollux back with his two quarto leaves, and 
now set himself at once to his lesson. The very first page 


composed the melody to Alban's inner songs ; but lie could 
neither guess the authoress nor the date of the letter, 
except further along, by a desultory sort of reading to and 
fro. The leaves belonged to previous ones; not so much 
as a grain of writing-sand evinced their recent birth (for 1 
Liana was too courtly to use any) ; further, all the names 
were disguised ; that is to say, Julienne, to whom they 
were directed, had unfortunately in Argenson's bureau de 
decachetage, where she resided, i. e. at court, demanded 
them in cipher, and she accordingly took the name of 
Elisa ; Roquairol was called Charles, and Liana her little 
Linda. Linda, as will be well remembered, is the bap- 
tismal name of the young Countess of Romeiro, with 
whom the Princess on the day of that (for Roquairol) so 
bloody masquerade had established an eternal heart- and 
letter-alliance ; Liana, to whose pure, poetic eyes every 
noble woman became a blessed saint and heroine, the 
opaque jewel a bright, pure, transparent one, loved the 
high Countess as if with the heart of her brother and her 
female friend at once, and the gentle soul named herself, 
unconscious of her worth, only the little Linda of her 

Nor did Albano recognize the delicate running-hand ; 
Julienne loved the French language even to its letters, 
but Liana's resembled not the scrawled Gallic protocols, 
but the neatly-rounded handwriting of the English. 

Here is her leaf at last. O thou lovely being! how 
long have I thirsted for the first sounds of thy refreshing 

" Sunday Morning. 

" But to-day, Elisa, I am so profoundly happy, 

and the evening-mist is transformed to an aurora in 
heaven. I ought not to give thee yesterday's work at all. 



I was too much troubled. But might not my dear mother, 
who had gone thither merely for my sake, become thereby 
still sicker, whatever appearances of tolerable health she 
might, for that very reason, assume with me ? And then 
came thy form, beloved one, and all thy sorrow and the 
painful neighborhood,* and our last evening here. O 
how reproachfully did all that pass before my heavy 
heart ! So, as we stopped before the house of dear 
Chariton, and she kissed my mother's hand with tears of 
joy ; then was I so weak that I too turned aside and shed , 
tears, but other tears, — I wept for the rejoicing one her- 
self, who indeed could not know whether at that hour her 
precious friend in Rome might not be sick or dying. 

" But now the dark, gray mist is wholly blown away 
from the flower-garden of thy little Linda, and all the 
blossoms of life shine in their pure, high colors before 
her. After midnight my mother's headache passed 
almost entirely away, and she was still sleeping so 
sweetly this morning. O, what were my feelings there ! 
Soon after five o'clock I went down into the garden and 
shrunk back at the splendor which burned in the dew and 
between the leaves ; the sun was just looking in under 
the triumphal gates, — all the lakes sparkled in a broad 
fire, — a gleaming haze floated like a saintly halo around 
the edge of the earth which the heaven touched, — and a 
high-waving and singing streamed through the splendor 
of morn. 

" And into this unlocked world I had come back re- 
stored and so happy. I wanted continually to cry out : 
4 1 have thee again, thou bright sun ! and you, ye lovely 
flowers ! and ye proud mountains, ye have not changed ! 
and ye are green again, and, like me, renewed, ye sweet- 
* The Tartarus with Julienne's father's heart. 



scented trees ! ' I floated, as if transfigured, in an endless 
felicity, Elisa, weak, but light, and free ; I had, so it 
seemed to me, put off this burdensome clay under the 
earth and kept only the beating heart, and in my enrap- 
tured bosom warm tear-fountains gushed down, as if over 
flowers, and covered them with brightness. 

" ' Ah, God ! ' said I, trembling at the very greatness 
of my joy, ' was it then a mere sleep, that immovable 
repose of mother ? ' and I must needs (smile on !) before 
I went further, go up to her again. I crept breathless 
to the bedside, bent listeningly over her, and my good 
mother opened slowly her still gently dozing eyes, looked 
upon me languidly but affectionately, and closed them 
again without stirring, and gave me only her dear hand. 

" Now could I right blissfully return to my garden ; I 
bore, however, a morning-greeting to the ever-cheerful 
Chariton, and told her that I might be found on the broad 
way to the altar* if I should be wanted for anything. 
Ah, Elisa, what feelings then were mine ! And why had 
I not thee by the hand, and why could not my distressed 
Charles see that his sister was so happy ? As, after a 
warm rain, the evening-red and the liquid sunlight run 
from all the gold-green hills, so stood a quivering splen- 
dor over my whole inner being and over my past, and 
everywhere lay bright tears of joy. A sweet gnawing 
consumed away my heart as if to death, and all was so 
near to me and so dear ! I could have answered the whis- 
pering aspen and thanked the spring-breezes which fanned 
so coolingly my hot eye ! The sun had laid itself with a 
motherly warmth on my heart, and brooded over us all, — 
the cold flower, the naked young bird, the stiff butterfly, 

* Such is the name of that mount which Albano found in the well- 
known spring night. 



and every creature. Ah, such should man be too, 
thought I; and I took the sandy path, and spared the 
life of the poor little blade of grass and the flower that 
peeped so lovingly, which truly breathe and wake like us. 
I drove not away the thirsty white butterflies and pigeons 
which stood beside each other and bent down from the 
moist turf to drink. O, I could have stroked the waves 
. . . this creation is truly so precious and from God's hand, 
and every the smallest-shaped heart has surely its blood 
and a longing, and into every little eye-point under the 
leaf the whole sun and a little spring enter and abide ! 

" I leaned, a little exhausted, under the first triumphal 
arch, ere I ascended to the altar, and looked out into the 
glimmering landscape full of villages and orchards and 
hills ; and the glistening dew, and the ringing of the vil- 
lage-bells, and the chime of the herd-bells, and the floating 
of the birds over all, filled me with peace and light. Yes, 
in such peace and seclusion and serenity will I spend my 
fleeting life, thought I : does not the little Sad-cloak per- 
suade me, who, before my eyes, with his wings torn by 
autumn, nevertheless flutters again around his flowers; 
and does not the night-butterfly admonish me, who clings, 
chilled, to the hard statue, and cannot soar to the blossoms 
of day ? Therefore will I never stir from my mother ; 
only let the precious Elisa stay with us as long as her 
Linda lives, and call her noble friend soon,* that I may 
see and heartily love her ! 

" I went up the green-shaded mountain, but with pain : 
joy weakens me so much. Think of me, Elisa : I shall 
some time die of a great joy or of a great, all too great 
woe! The spiral path to the altar was painted with 
the hues of the blossom-dust, and overhead, not colored 
* Linda de Romeiro. 


and stationary, but shifting, burning rainbows quivered 
through the twigs of the mountain. Why stood I to-day 
in a splendor such as I never knew before ? * And when 
the morning breeze fanned and lifted me, and when I 
dipped myself deeper into the blue heaven, then said I, 
' Now thou art in Elysium.' Then it was to me as if a 
voice said, 'This is the earthly Elysium, and thou art 
not yet sanctified for the other.' O, how ardently did I 
then form the purpose to disentangle myself from so 
many faults, and especially to renounce that too hasty 
imagination of offence, which I may indeed conceal from 
others, but through which I nevertheless injure them. 
And then I prayed at the altar, and thanked the Eternal 
Goodness, and wept unconsciously ; perhaps too much, but 
yet without my eyes smarting. 

" At last I wrote the poem of thanks which I append to 
this, and which I will put into verse, if the pious father 

"Poem of Thanks. 

* Do I then gaze again with blessed eyes into thy bloom- 
ing world, thou All-loving One, and weep again, because 
I am happy ? Why did I then fear ? When I went 
under the earth in the darkness like the dead, and caught 
only a distant sound of the loved ones and of spring above 
me, why was my feeble heart in fear that there was no 
more hope for life and light ? For thou wast by me in 
the darkness, and didst lead me up out of the vault into 
thy spring ; and around me stood thy joyous children, 
and the serene heavens, and all my smiling loved ones ! 
0, I will now hope more steadfastly ! Continue thou to 
break off from the sick plant all rank flowers, that the 

* The reason is, that after her recovery she was still short-sighted, 
and to a short-sighted person the dew is so much the more brilliant. 



rest may more fully ripen ! Thou dost indeed lead thy 
human creatures into thy heaven and to thyself over a 
long mountain; and they go through the storms of life 
along the mountain, only overshadowed, not smitten, by 
the clouds, and only our eye grows wet. But when I 
come to thee, when Death again throws his dark cloud 
over me, and draws me away from all that I love into 
the deeper cavern, and thou, All-gracious, settest me free 
once more, and bearest me into thy spring, — into a still 
fairer one than this, which is itself so magnificent, — will 
then my frail heart, near thy judgment-seat, beat as gladly 
as to-day, and will the mortal bosom dare to breathe in 
thy ethereal spring ? O, make me pure in this earthly 
one, and let me live here, as if I were already walking 
in thy heaven ! ' " 

* * * * * 

If even you, ye friends, who have never seen her, are 
yet won and touched by the patient, pure form, which can 
resignedly rejoice that the storm-cloud has, after all, only 
sent down rain-drops upon it, and no hail-stones, how 
must she then have agitated the deeply-moved heart of 
her friend ! He felt a consecration of his whole being, 
just as if Virtue came down incarnate in this shape from 
heaven, to hallow him with her smile, and then flew back 
in a shining path, and he followed, inspired and exalted, 
in her track. 

He urged the boy instantly to carry back the leaves, 
in order to spare her and himself — as she might appear 
any moment — the most painful of surprises ; yet he firmly 
resolved — cost what it might — to be true, and confess 
to her, this very day, what he had done. 

The little fellow ran up stairs and down again, re- 
mained a long time before the door, and came in with 


Liana by the hand, who was dressed in white, with a 
black veil. She looked in and around a little perplexed, 
as she with both hands pushed back the ve'il from her 
friendly face ; but she heard Chariton's lullaby. She 
did not know him till he spoke ; and then her whole 
beautiful being reddened like an illuminated landscape ; 
after an evening shower : she had the pleasure, she said, 
of knowing his father. Probably she knew the son still 
better by Julienne's and Augusti's pictures, and on more 
congenial sides ; her sisterly heart was certainly moved, 
too, by his brotherly voice; for the charm, and even 
preferableness, of resemblance and copy is so great, that 
one who looks like even an indifferent person becomes 
more dear to us, like the echo of an empty sound, merely 
because, in this case as in the imitative art, the past and 
absent, shining through the fancy, become a present. 

The gradually lowering tone of the mother's lullaby 
announced the sinking of the infant to slumber, and at 
last the diminuendo died away, and Chariton, with glis- 
tening eyes, ran to take Liana's hand. A frank and 
serene friendship bloomed between the innocent hearts, 
and held them entwined, as the vine does the neighbor- 
ing poplars. Chariton related to her what Albano had 
related, with a reliance upon her most fervent sympathy. 
Liana listened to her friend with eager attention ; but 
that was quite as much as if she were looking at the his- 
torical source itself that was so near at hand. 

44. CYCLE. 

AT last they began a journey through the garden. 
Pollux very reluctantly, and only after Liana's 
promise to draw him a horse again to-day, stayed behind 


as patron-saint of the cradle. Alban said, to the extreme 
joy of the Architect's wife, who could now show the 
beautiful man everything, that he had seen but little of 
Lilar yet. How bewitchingly the two forms, linked in 
friendship, walked before him side by side ! Chariton, 
although a matron, yet of a Grecian slenderness, fluttered 
along as a younger sister beside the lily -form of her 
somewhat taller Liana, The former seemed, according to 
the classification of the landscape-painters, nature in mo- 
tion ; Liana, nature in repose. As he joined Liana again, 
by whose left hand Helena was running along, — the 
mother on the right, — he found her softly-descending 
profile indescribably touching, and around the mouth he 
recognized lines which sorrow had drawn, the scars of 
returning days ; while the lovely maiden, on the sunny 
side of the front face, as in her easy conversation, mani- 
fested a free, benignant cheerfulness, which Albano, who 
had never knocked at the school-room door of any young 
ladies' academy, found it hard to reconcile with her tear- 
ful poetry. O, if the tear of woman passes away lightly, 
so flutters away still more lightly woman's smile ; and the 
latter, still offener than the former, is only appearance ! 

He tried, from a longing of the thirsty heart, to catch 
the little one's hand, but she hung with both upon Liana's 
left ; presently, however, she skipped away, and plucked 
three iris-flowers, — which, like her, resembled butter- 
flies, — and gave one to her mother, and two to Liana, 
with the words, " Give him one too ! " And Liana handed 
it to him, lifting her friendly face upon him as she did so 
with that holy maiden-look which is bright and attentive, 
but not searching, expressive of childlike sympathy with- 
out giving and demanding. Nevertheless, several times 
during the day did she let those holy eyes sink down ; 


but what compelled her to it was, that on Zesara's rocky- 
face, softened though it was by love, there rested a physi- 
ognomical right of the stronger : he seemed to look upon 
a shy soul with a hundred eyes, and his two true ones 
blazed as warmly, although quite as purely, as the sun's 
eye in the ether. 

The iris-flowers have this peculiarity, that one smells 
them, another not ; only to these three beings in one did 
the cups open themselves equally wide, and they rejoiced 
long over this community of enjoyment. Helena ran 
forward and disappeared behind a low bush ; she sat on 
a child's bench by a child's table, awaiting, with a smile, 
the grown people. The good old Prince had low moss- 
benches, little garden-chairs, little table- and pot-orange- 
ries, and the like, placed everywhere, for the children, 
about the resting-places of their elders ; for he loved to 
draw these refreshing open flowers of humanity near to 
his heart ! " One wishes so often," said Liana, " to live 
in the patriarchal time, or in Arcadia, or in Otaheite ; 
children are, indeed, — do you not believe so ? — every- 
where the same, and one has already in them what only 
the most remote time and the most remote region can 
insure." He indeed believed it, and gladly ; but he kept 
asking himself, How can such an unstained Aphrodite be 
born out of the dead sea of a court, as pure dew and rain 
arise out of the briny water of the ocean ? 

While speaking, she occasionally drew an uncommonly 
graceful — how shall I write it — H'm ! after her words, 
which, although a grammatical blunder at court, betrayed 
an unspeakable good nature; but I describe it, not in 
order that all my fair readers may let this attractive inter- 
jection be heard the very next Sunday. 

" The same," replied Albano, — but he meant it well, — 


2 5 8 


" holds of the animals : the swan yonder is like the one 
in Paradise." She took it just as it was meant ; but the 
reason was the pious Father Spener, her teacher ; for at 
Albano's question touching Lilar's abundance of beautiful 
and gentle creatures, she answered : " The old Lord loved 
these creatures with a real tenderness, and they could 
often bring him even to tears. The pious Father thinks 
so too ; he says, since they do everything at God's behest 
by instinct, accordingly it seems to him, when he contem- 
plates the care of the parents for their young, just as if 
the Infinitely Gracious One were doing it all himself." 
They ascended now a half-shaded bridge, over a long 
water-mirror hung round with quivering poplars, wherein 
Liana's emblem, namely, a swan, slept on the water-rings, 
the bent neck beautifully nestled on the back, the head 
upon the wing, and gently wafted more by the breezes 
than by the waves. " So reposes the innocent soul ! " 
said Alban, and thought, perhaps, of Liana, but without 
the courage to confess it. " And thus it awakes ! " Liana 
added with emotion, as this white magnified dove slowly 
raised its head from the wing ; for she thought of her 
mother's waking on this very day. 

Chariton, as if all made up of salient points, was con- 
tinually turning to Liana, and asking : " Shall we go this 
way ? or in through there ? or out through here ? If 
my lord were only here ! he knows all about it." She 
would gladly have led him round every fount and every 
flower, and looked into the youth's face as lovingly as 
into that of her friend. Liana said to her, on the cross 
way at the bridge : " I think the flute-dell yonder, with 
the gleaming gold ball, will perhaps be pleasantest, es- 
pecially for a lover of music; and, besides, they will 
look for me there, when they bring the harp to my 


mother." She had promised to come back to her as soon 
as that arrived. She shunned every path toward the 
south, where Tartarus frowned behind its high curtain. 

Liana spoke now of the contest between painting and 
music, and of Herder's charming official report of this 
strife. She, although a votary of the pencil, gave in her 
vote, as was natural to the female and the lyric heart, 
entirely for tones, and Albano, although a good pianist, 
was rather for colors. "This magnificent landscape," 
said Albano, " is in fact a picture, and so is every fair 
human form." " Were I blind," said Chariton, naively, 
" then I should not see my lovely Liana." She replied : 
" My teacher, the Counsellor of Arts, Frais chdörfer, also 
set painting above music. But to me, when I hear music, 
it is as if I heard a loud past or a loud future. Music 
has something holy ; unlike the other arts, it cannot paint 
anything but what is good." * Verily, she was herself a 
moral church-music, the angel-stop in the organ. The 
pure Albano felt, by her side, the necessity and the exist- 
ence of a yet tenderer purity ; and it seemed to him as 
if a man might injure, even unconsciously, a soul like 
this, whose understanding was hardly anything more than 
a finer feeling, — as window-glasses of pure transparency 
are often broken, because they appear as if they w r ere 
not. He turned round mechanically, because he was 
always one step in advance, and not only the blooming 
Lilar, but also Liana's full form, shone at once and trans- 
figured into his soul. To clasp her to his heart was not 
now his yearning, but to snatch this being, who had so 
often suffered, from every flame ; to rush for her, sword in 

* This proposition, that pure music, without text, cannot represent 
anything immoral, deserves to be more investigated and developed 
by me. 



hand, upon her foe, to bear her mightily through the 
deep, cold hell-floods of life ; — that would have illumi- 
nated his existence. 

45. CYCLE. 

THEY saw, already, some moist lights, of the high 
fountains that leaped from above down into the 
flute-dell, flickering aloft before them, when Liana, con- 
trary to Chariton's expectation, begged them both to go 
with her into a pathless oak-grove ; — she looked upon 
him so contentedly and open-heartedly as she said it, and 
without that womanly suspicion of being misunderstood ! 
In the dusky grove rose a wild rock, with the words, " To 
my friend Zesara." The late Princess had caused this 
memorial Alp to be erected to Albano's father. Struck, 
agitated, with smarting eyes the son stood before it, and 
leaned upon it, as on Gaspard's breast, and pressed his 
arm up against the sharp stone, and cried, with the deep- 
est emotion, " O thou good father ! " His whole youth, 
and Isola Bella, and the future, fell at once upon a heart 
which the whole morning had wrought upon, and it could 
not longer restrain the pressing tears. Chariton was 
serious, Liana continued faintly to smile, — but like an 
angel in prayer. How often, ye fair souls ! have I, in this 
chapter, been compelled to constrain my deeply-impressed 
heart, which would fain address and disturb you: but I 
will constrain it again ! 

They stepped silently back into daylight. But Alba- 
no's waves of emotion never fell suddenly; they ex- 
panded themselves into broad rings. His eye was not 
yet dry when he came into the heavenly vale, — into that 
resting-place of the wishes, where dreams might have 



gone round freely, without sleep. Chariton — from her 
earnestness much more busy — had, after a questioning 
glance at Liana to know whether she might, (namely, 
let certain machines play,) hastened on before them. 
They passed through the blooming veil, which retired 
as they approached; — and Albano beheld now the youth- 
ful dream of an enchanted valley in Spain, that entangled 
one in a net of scents and shadows, set out livingly on 
the earth before him. On the mountains bloomed orange- 
walks, the stands hidden in the higher terrace, — every- 
thing which bears great blossoms on its twigs, from the 
Linden even to the grape-vine and the apple-tree, drank 
down below at the brook, or climbed or crowned the two 
long mountains, which wound, with their blossoms, around 
the flowers of the low ground, and mutually inclined 
themselves, to promise an endless valley ; fountains 
placed on the slopes of the mountains threw behind one 
another silver rainbows over the trees into the brook ; 
in the east burned the gold globe beside the sun, — the 
last mirror of his dying evening-glance. " Receive my 
thanks, thou noble old man ! " Albano was continually 

Liana went with him along the western ridge as far 
as a bank covered with blossoms, under the arch that 
fluttered above, where one may survey the first and sec- 
ond windings of the vale, and, over in the north, high 
pines, and behind them, the spire of a church-tower, and 
below, an auricula meadow, while Chariton, opposite 
them on the eastern height, behind a statue of a Muse, 
— for the Nine Muses beamed from the green Tempe, — 
seemed to be winding up weights and pressing springs. 
" My brother," Liana, in a low tone, broke the silence, 
going on meanwhile with the knitting-work which she 



had taken from her friend, " wishes very much to see 
you." The soul of Albano, now awakened with all its 
holy faculties, felt itself wholly like her, and free from 
embarrassment, and he said, " Even in my childhood I 
loved your Charles like a brother ; I have as yet no 
friend." The tenderly-moved souls did not remark that 
the word Charles came from the letter. 

All at once single flute-tones floated up overhead on 
the mountains and out of the bowers, — more and more 
continually joined them, — they quivered through each 
other in a beautiful confusion, — at last flute-choirs broke 
forth mightily on all sides, like angels, and soared toward 
heaven ; — they proclaimed how sweet is spring, and how 
joy weeps, and how our heart longs, and then vanished 
overhead in the blue spring, — and the nightingales flew 
up from the cool flowers and alighted on the bright tree- 
tops, and cried joyfully into the triumphal songs of May, 
— and the fanning of the morning-breeze swayed the 
lofty, glimmering rainbows to and fro, and threw them 
far into the flowers. 

Liana's work sank out of her hands into her lap, and, 
in a way peculiar to herself, while she leaned her head 
forward like a Muse, she cast her eye upward, fixing it 
upon a dreamy distance ; her blue eye glimmered as the 
blue cloudless ether overflows with soft lightning in the 
tepid summer-night ; — but the youth's spirit blazed up 
in its emotion, like the sea in a storm. She drew down 
the black veil, — certainly not against sun and air alone ; 
and Albano, with an inner world pictured on his agitated 
form, played — a sublime contrast to himself — with the 
ringlets of the little Helena, whom he had drawn towards 
him, and looked, with big tears, into her simple, little face, 
which understood him not. 



At this moment the mother came hastening over into 
the silence, and asked, in a very friendly manner, how he 
liked it all. His other ecstasies resolved themselves into 
a commendation of the tones ; and the dear Greek her- 
self extolled what she had often heard, more and more 
strongly, as if it were new to her, and listened most in- 
tently with him. 

A maiden with the harp looked in through the enter- 
ing-thicket of the vale, and Liana saw the sign, and rose 
up. As she was on the point of raising her veil and de- 
parting, the great-hearted youth bethought him of his con- 
fession : " I have read your to-day's letter, — by heaven, 
I must say it now ! " said he. She drew the veil no higher, 
and said, with trembling voice, " You surely have not 
read it ! you could not have been in my chamber ? " and 
looked at Chariton. He replied, he had not read it all, 
but yet a good deal of it ; and related in three words a 
much milder history than Liana could have hoped. " The 
naughty Pollux ! " Chariton kept saying. " O God, for- 
give me, I pray you, this sin of ignorance ! " said Albano. 
She threw back the dark veil for a second, and said, with 
heightened color and downcast look, appeased, perhaps, 
by her joy at the agreeable disappointment of her worse 
expectation : " It belonged merely to a female friend ; 
and you will perhaps, if I ask you, not read anything 
again." And during the fall of the veil her eye looked 
up soothingly and forgivingly, and with her beloved she 
slowly departed from him. 

O thou holy soul, love my youth ! Art thou not the 
first love of this heart of fire, the morning-star in the 
early dawn of his life, thou, this good, pure, and tender 
one ? O, the first love of man, the Philomel among the 
spring-tones of life, is always indeed, because we so err, 



so hardly treated by Fate, and always killed and buried ; 
but now, if for once, two good souls, in the white-blos- 
somed May of life, bearing the sweet tears of spring in 
their bosoms, with the glistening buds and hopes of a 
whole youth, and with the first, unprofaned longing, and 
with the firstling of life as well as of the year, the forget- 
me-not of love in their hearts, — if such kindred beings 
could meet each other and trust each other, and in the 
blissful month swear a union for all the wintry months 
of this earthly time ; and if each heart could say to the 
other, — " Hail to me, that I found thee in the holiest 
season of life, before I had erred ; and that I can die and 
not have loved anyone like thee!" — Liana! O Ze- 
sara! how fortunate must your beautiful souls be ! 

The youth lingered a few minutes longer in the magic 
world that was working around him, whose tones and 
fountains murmured like the waters and machines in 
the solitary mine ; but at last there was something vio- 
lent in the solitary monotone and glimmer of the valley, 
wherein he had been left so alone. He hurried on by the 
nearest way, sprinkled occasionally with veins of water, 
through the curtain of foliage, and stepped out once more 
into the free morning earth of Lilar. How strange ! 
how distant ! how changed was all ! Into his wide open 
inner world the outer world poured in with full streams. 
He himself was changed ; he could not go into the night 
of the oak-grove, to the rocky emblem of his father. 
When he was over the bridge that stands in the twigs, he 
saw the gentle company slowly walking over the broad 
silver-white garden-path, and he blessed Liana, who could 
now press to her agitated heart the heart of a mother. 
The little one often whirled round dancing, and perhaps 
saw him, but no one turned back. The harp, carried 



along after them, was swept by the eastern breeze, and 
it snatched tones from the awakened strings as from an 
^Eolian harp, and bore them onward with it ; and the 
youth listened with melancholy to the receding murmur, 
as of swans that hasten away over the lands, while behind 
him the empty vale continued to speak lonesomely in the 
fluting pastoral-songs of love, and hovering tones, gliding 
along after him, came faintly and dimly to his ear. But 
he went back up the mountain of the altar ; and as he 
looked over the bright region, and saw still the white 
forms moving in the distance, he let his whole, beautiful 
soul dissolve itself in weeping. And here close we the 
richest day of his youthful life ! 

But, ye good beings, who have a heart, and find none, 
or who have the loved objects only in, and not on, your 
bosoms, am I not, like the Greeks, drawing all these pic- 
tures of bliss, as it were, on the marble sarcophagi of 
your changed, slumbering past ? Am I not the Archi- 
mime, who, following after, mimics before you the moul- 
dering forms which your soul has buried ? And thou, 
younger or poorer man, to whom time, instead of a past, 
has only given a future, — wilt thou not one day say to me, 
I should have concealed from thee many blessed forms, 
like holy bodies, for fear thou wouldst worship them? 
and wilt thou not add, that, had it not been for these 
Phoenix-portraits, thou mightst have cherished lighter 
wishes, and had many fulfilled ? And how much pain 
have I then caused you all ! But myself, too ; for how 
could it fare better with me than with the rest of you ? 

Your conclusion would, accordingly, be this : since you 
can never really live pleasant days so pleasantly as they 
shine afterward in memory, or beforehand in hope, you 
would, therefore, rather have the present day without 

266 TITAN. 

either ; and since only at the two poles of the elliptic 
arch of time one can catch the low music of the spheres, 
and in the centre of the present nothing, you would, 
therefore, rather stay and listen in the middle ; but as to 
the past and the future, — neither of which can any man 
live to see, because they are only two different poesy- 
gardens of our heart, an Iliad and Odyssey, a Milton's 
Paradise Lost and Regained, — you will not listen to 
them at all, or have anything to do with them, in order 
that you may nestle down, deaf and blind, in an ani- 
mal present. 

By Heaven ! sooner give me the finest, strongest 
poison of ideals, so that I may at least not snore away 
my moment, but dream it away, and then die on it ! 
But the very dying would be my own fault ; for whoso 
would fain translate poetic dreams into waking reality * 
is more foolish than the North American, who realizes 
his nightly ones : he proposes, like a Cleopatra, to per- 
vert the splendor of the pearls of dew into a refreshing 
drink, and the rainbow of fancy to a permanent arch, 
bridging over the rain-waters. Yes, O God, Thou wilt 
and canst give us one day a reality, which shall embody 
and redouble and satisfy our present ideals, — as thou hast, 
indeed, already proved to us, in our love here below, 

* It cannot be objected to me, that in fact the scenes of my book 
have been actually experienced, and that no one would wish to expe- 
rience any better; for in the representation of fancy reality assumes 
new charms, charms with which every other faded present magically 
glimmers through the memory. I appeal here to the sensations of the 
very characters who figure in Titan, whether they would not in my 
book — in case they should ever light upon it — find in the pictured 
scenes, which, however, are their own, a higher enchantment, which 
has gone from the real, and which, to be sure, might produce such an 
effect — but altogether illusorily — that my characters could wish to 
live their own life. 



which intoxicates us with moments in which the inner 
becomes the outer, and the Ideal, Reality ; but then — 
no, for the Then of the life hereafter, this little Now, has 
no voice ; but if, I say, here below fiction could become 
fact, and our pastoral poetry pastoral life, and every 
dream a day, — ah, even then would desire still remain 
enhanced only, not fulfilled : the higher reality would 
only beget a higher poetry, and higher remembrances 
and hopes : — in Arcadia we should pine after Utopia ; 
and on every sun we should see an unfathomable starry 
heaven retiring before us, and we should — sigh as we 
do here ! 


Pleasure of Court-Mourning. — The Burial. — Roquairol. — 
Letter to him. — The Seven last Words in the Water. — 
The Swearing of Allegiance. — Masquerade. — Puppet 
Masquerade. — The Head in the Air, Tartarus, the Spirit- 
Voice, the Friend, the Catacomb, and the two united Men. 

46. CYCLE 

IPENING love is the stillest: the shady 
flowers in this spring, as in the other, shun 
sunlight. Albano spun himself deep into his 
Sunday-dreams, and drew, as well as he could, 
the green poppy-leaf of reality into his web, — namely, 
the Monday, which was to show him, at the state-burial 
of the Prince, the brother of his maiden-friend. 

This day of festive sadness, at which the third but 
greatest princely coffin was to be conveyed to its repose, at 
last broke, and had been made momentous already by the 
preparatory festival, at which the two first coffins, together 
with the old man, had been interred, somewhat as virtues 
are buried in the very beginning of a century, and not 
till its end their empty names and wrappages and half- 
bindings. At the rehearsal- and prefiguring-burial of the 
illustrious deceased, the old pious Father Spener too, his 
last friend, had gone down with him into the vault, in 
order to have opened the wooden and tin casing of the 


run-down wheel-work, and to cover over upon the still 
breast of the dear sleeper his youthful portrait and his 
own with the colored side down, without speaking or 
weeping ; and the court made much of this morning- and 
evening-offering of friendship. 

Everything swells up monstrously for man, of which 
they are obliged to talk a long while, — all Pestitz socie- 
ties were auxiliary funeral societies, and full of burial- 
marshals, — every scaffolding of the neighboring future 
was a mausoleum, and every word a funeral sermon or 
an epitaph upon the pale man. Sphex, as his physician 
in ordinary, rejoiced in his part of the sorrow and the 
procession, — the Lector had already tried on the court 
mourning, in the place of his cast-off winter-garb, and 
found it to fit, — the court-marshal had not a minute's 
rest, and the last day, which opens all graves and closes 
none, had come to him now before its time, — the Min- 
ister, Von Froulay, whom the cold Luigi willingly left to 
do everything, was, as a lover of old princely pomp, and 
as convoking director of the present occasion, as much in 
heaven himself as was the illustrious deceased, — the 
women had risen from their beds this morning as to a 
new life, because to these busy drapery-paintresses a 
long chain of coats and of their wearers probably weighs 
as much as a span of blood-related horses does to their 

Albano waited impatiently at the window for Liana's 
brother, and loved the invisible one more and more 
ardently; like two connected wings, Friendship and 
Love stirred and lifted each other within him. The 
mourning-spool, namely, the empty coffin, had been fixed 
in Tartarus, and was gradually wound off, and now the 
dark mourning-ribbon would soon be ready to be stretched 



to the upper city. Already, for an hour and a half before 
the arrival of the procession, the saltpetre of the female 
crowd had been crystallized on the walls and the win- 
dows. Sara, the Doctor's wife, came up with the children 
and the deaf Cadaver into Schoppe's chamber, the sec- 
ond door of which stood open into Albano's, and, with an 
ogling, amorous look, spoke in to the Count : " Up here 
one can overlook the whole much better, and his excel- 
lency will pardon it." " You just stay together there, and 
don't you trouble M. the Count," said she, turning back to 
the children, and was on the point of entering the Count's 
chamber, at whose threshold Schoppe, just coming from 
Albano, caught and stopped her. 

Now Sara was one of those common women who are 
more carried away themselves by their own charms than 
successful in carrying others away therewith. She would 
merely set her face in the chair, and let it kindle and 
singe and burn, while she on her part (relying on her lazy 
Jack* of a visage) quietly and coolly worked away at 
other things, either simple trash or vile scandal ; and then 
when she had been a clothes' -rod of women, as Attila was 
a Heaven's rod of nations, she looked round and surveyed 
the damage which the fire of her face had done in the 
male tinder-boxes. Particularly on the rich and beau- 
tiful Count had she an eye, — under Cupid's bandage. 
Her head was full of good physiognomical fragments ; and 
Lavater's objection, that most physiognomists unfortu- 
nately study nothing in the whole man but the face, could 
not hit in any point her pure physiognomical sense. 

Schoppe, readily divining that with this female soul- 

* \Fauler Heinz.] Or Athanor, a chemical stove, which works 
011 for a long time without poking. [Corresponding to our air-tight 
stove. Athanor, from the Greek, undying? — Tk.] 



dealer the walk or gang was a press-gang,* the white 
linen, hunting-gear, the shawl, a bird-net, f and the neck, 
a swan's-neck for any fox that happened to be near, 
caught her by the hand at the threshold of the two cham- 
bers, and asked her, " Do you, also, take as much interest 
as I in the universal joy of the land, and the long-desired 
court-mourning ? Your eyes indicate something like it, 
Mrs. Provincial Physician." " What interest do you 
mean ? " said the medical lady, struck quite stupid. " In 
the pleasure of the courtiers, who, in general, are distin- 
guished from monkeys, as the orang-outangs are, by the 
fact that they seldom make leaps of joy ; at least, like 
young performers on the piano-forte, they drum away, 
without the smallest emotion, their most mournful and 
their merriest pieces one after the other. O, if only 
nothing bitter should spoil the mourning of the court- 
household ! Do you wish the dear ones to have arrayed 
themselves in vain in the black robes of joy, wherein, 
like the grandsons of those who were left behind in the 
battle of Leuctra, they go to meet the jubilee of a new 
prince ? What ! " Unluckily she replied, in a sarcastic 
tone : " Black is, in these parts, the mourning-color, Mr. 
Schoppe." "Black, Mrs. Doctor!" (he bounced back 
with astonishment.) " Black ? — black is a travelling- 
color, and bridal-color, and gala-color, and, in Rome, a 
princely-children's color ; and, in Spain, it is a law of the 
empire that the courtiers, like the Jews in Morocco,]: 
shall appear in black. 

* The translator had to resort to the Scotch to help him get this 
pun into English. 

t Ezek. xiii. 18: " Woe to the women that sew pillows to all arm- 
holes, and make kerchiefs upon the head of every stature, to hunt 
souls!" — Tk. 

X According to Lempriere. 


" Pestalozzi, madam — but there 's Malt, does he un- 
derstand me ? " Schoppe turned round to the man, who 
had his drum on, and meant secretly to tap it during the 
procession, so as to catch something of the muffled fu- 
neral drums, and exhorted him to give a beat or two, 
in order that he might profit by the discourse. " Malt," 
said he, louder, " Pestalozzi remarks very justly, that the 
great ones of our time, in face, dress, posture, image- 
worship, superstition, and love for charlatans, approach 
daily nearer and nearer the Asiatics ; it speaks in favor 
of Pestalozzi, that they borrow of the Chinese, who dress 
themselves in black for joy, and in white for mourning, 
not merely temples and gardens and caricatures, but also 
this very black of joy." 

Among the children, — of whom the uneducated alone 
were not ill-bred, — Boerhave, Galen, and Van Swieten 
made themselves most prominent by the inlaid work and 
designs of the present company, which they were en- 
graving on their bread and butter ; and Galen showed 
his satirical projection of Mama, saying, " Only see what 
a long nose I have made Mama have ! " 

The Librarian, who was turning something similar, 
arrested her, as she offered to go in, assuring her he 
would not let her pass till she surrendered to his views : 
the funeral column of march could hardly have got an 
acre's distance out of Tartarus, and would give him time 
enough. He continued : — 

" Genuine mourning, on the contrary, my dear, always, 
like anger, makes one party-colored, or, like terror, white ; 
e. g. the creatures of a dead Pope mourn violet, so does 
the French king, his lady chestnut brown, the Venetian 
Senate, for their Doge, red. But to a regent you cannot, 
more than I, allow any mourning whatever ; to the high- 


priest and a Jewish king * it was wholly forbidden ; why 
should we allow the household more than the master? 
And must not a sovereign, my best one ! who should per- 
mit the expensiveness of public mourning, manifestly 
open afresh the closed wounds of private sorrow ? And 
could he, when, like Cicero,| he had, by his exile, thrown 
twenty thousand people into mourning weeds, answer it 
to his conscience, that his last act was a Droit oVAubaine, 
a robbery, and that the dying-bed, whereupon one for- 
merly bequeathed clothing to servants . and the poor, 
should now strip them thereof? No, madam, that does 
not look like regents at least, who often, even by their 
dying, as Marcion \ asserted of Christ's journey to hell, 
bring up a Cain, Absalom, and several others of the Old- 
Testament culprits out of hell into the heaven of the new 

" You do not yet give in, and the Cadaver looks at me 
like a cow ; but consider this : peruke- and stuff-weavers 
have frequently besought crowned Ifeads to wear their 
manufactures, in order that they might get a sale for 
them ; — an hereditary and crown-prince, on the first 
happy consecration^ and regency-day, when he deposes, 
that is, deposits his predecessor in the ground, puts on 
coal-black, because the black wool is not good for much, 
and does not sell well, and such an example at once 
strikes the whole metropolis, — even cattle, drums, pul- 
pits, black. Only one word more, love : I assure you 
there is nothing coming yet but the company of choristers. 
For this very reason has the princely corpse, which might 

* Sanhedrim, c. 2, Misch. 3. | Cic. ad Quirit. post redit, c. 3. 

% His sect represented Christ's journey to hell as having released all 
the wicked from that region, but not Abraham, Enoch, the prophets, 
&c. — Tertul. adv. Marcion. 

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easily spoil the whole pleasure of the funeral, been pre- 
viously disposed of, and only a vacant box is carried 
along, in order that the procession may have no other 
pensees than Anglaises.* ... dearest, one last word : 
What can you see, then, in the corpse of equerries and 
pages ? For my sake now ! I too rejoice to see at once 
so many people, and the prince so happy in the midst of 
his children." 

But the longer he saw the procession growing, that 
loose juggler's thread, by which they were letting down 
the empty but figured chest of Cypselus f into the family 
vault, so much the more indignant became his mockery. 
He applied his hypothesis to every sable member of the 
dark chain. He praised them for opening the bal masque 
of the new administration with these slow minuet steps, 
and preparing themselves for the waltz of the wedding 
and the grandfather's-dance of the allegiance-day. He 
said, as one loved on festive days to make everything 
easy for himself and his beast, as, accordingly, the Jews, 
on the Sabbath, would not allow themselves or their cattle 
to carry anything, not even the hens to carry the rags 
sticking to them ; so he saw with pleasure, that in the 
ceremony-carriages, and in the parade-box, and on the 
mourning-horses, nothing was suffered to lie or sit ; yes, 
that even the trains of the mourning-mantles were borne 
by pages, and the four points of the bier-cloth by four 
stout gentlemen. The only fault he found was, that the 
soldiery in their joy had seized their guns upside down, 
and that precisely the persons of the highest rank, Luigi, 

* A title given to black colors. 

f The Corinthian, who was hidden from his enemies in a chest of 
cedar, ivory, and gold, richly adorned with figures in relief, and at 
last expelled the usurpers and mounted the throne. — Tr. 



Froulay, Bouverot, as they came from a hasty funeral 
potation at once into the open air, were obliged, by reason 
of their staggering, to be led along and held up on both 

47. CYCLE. 

IN Albano another spirit spoke than in Schoppe, but the 
two soon met. To the Count the night-like forms of 
crape, the still funeral banners, the dead-march, the creep- 
ing sick-man's-walk, and the tolling of the bells, opened 
wide all earth's charnel-houses, especially as before his 
blooming eyes these death plays came for the first time : 
but one thing more loudly than all — one will hardly 
guess what — proclaimed before him the partings of life, 
— namely, the beat of the drum stifled by the funeral 
cloth ; a muffled drum was to him a broken reverberation 
of all earthly catacombs. He heard the dumb, strangled 
complainings of our hearts, — he saw higher beings look- 
ing down from above on the lamentable three hours' 
comedy of our life, wherein the ruddy child of the first 
act fades in the fifth to the old man in jubilee, and then, 
grown up and bowed down, vanishes behind the falling 

As, in spring, we think more of death, autumn, and 
winter than in summer, so also does the most fiery and 
energetic youth paint out to himself in Ms season of life's 
year, the dark leafless one oftener and more vividly than 
the man in that stage which is nearest to it ; for in both 
springs the wings of the ideal unfold widely and find 
room only in a future. But before the youth, Death 
comes in blooming, Greek form ; before the tired, older 
man, in Gothic. 

Schoppe generally began with comic humor, and ended 



with tragic ; so also now did the empty mourning-chest, 
the crape of the horses, their emblazoned caparisons, the 
Prince's contempt of the heavy German Ceremonial ; in 
short, the whole heartless mummery, lead him up to an 
eminence, to which the contemplation of a multitude of 
men at once always impelled him, and where, with an 
exaltation, indignation, and laughing bitterness hard to 
describe, he looked down upon the eternal, tyrannical, 
belittling, objectless and joyless, bewildered and oppressed 
frenzy of mankind, and his own too. 

Suddenly a gay, shining knight broke the dark chain : 
it was Roquairol, on the parading gala-horse, who agi- 
tated our two men, and none besides. A pale, broken- 
down face, glazed over with long inward fire, stripped of 
all youthful roses, lightening out of the diamond-pits of the 
eyes under the dark, overhanging eyebrows, rode along 
in a tragic merriment, in which the lines of the veins 
were redoubled under the early wrinkles of passion. 
What a being, full of worn-out life ! Only courtiers or 
his father could have set down this tragic exultation to 
an adulatory rejoicing over the new regency ; but Albano 
took it all into his heart, and grew pale with inward emo- 
tion, and said, " Yes, it is he ! O, good Schoppe, he 
will certainly become our friend, this distracted youth. 
How painfully does the noble one laugh at this gravity, 
and at crowns, and graves and all ! Ah, he too has, in- 
deed, once died." " There the rider is right," said 
Schoppe, with quivering eyes, and suddenly tapped Al- 
bano's hand and then his own head ; " my very skull 
here appears to me like a close bonsoir, like a light-extin- 
guisher, which death claps upon me, — we are neat sil- 
vered figures, kept up in an electrical dance, and we leap 
up with the spark ; fortunately I am still alive and kick- 



ing, — and there is our good Lector creeping along, too, 
and trailing his long crape," — in which respect Augusti's 
citizenly-serious mood contrasted very strongly with the • 
humanly-serious one of the Librarian. 

All at once Schoppe, out of patience with this general 
emotion, said : " What a masquerade for the sake of a 
mask ! Rag and tag for a piece of rag-paper ! Throw 
a man quietly into his hole, and call nobody to see. I 
alvvays admire London and Paris, where they toll no 
alarm-bells, nor set the neighborhood stirring, when the 
undertaker carries one, who has fallen asleep, to bed." 
" No, no," said Zesara, full of capacity for grief, " I ad- 
mire it not : to whomsoever the holy dead are of no con- 
sequence, to him the living are so too ; — no, I will gladly 
let my heart break into one tear after another, if I can 
only still remember the dear being." 

O, how did the neighborhood accord with his heart ! 
In a cistern, before which the coffin of the coffin passed 
by, there stood a bronze statue of the old man on horse- 
back, who saw pass by below him the unsaddled mourn- 
ing-horses, and the mounted festive-steed; a deaf and 
dumb man was stopping from door to door, and making, 
with his bell, a begging jingle, which neither he nor 
the buried one could hear: and was not the forgotten 
Prince laid in the earth all unseen, and more lonesome 
than any one of his subjects ? O Zesara ! it sank into 
thy heart, how easily man is forgotten, whether he lies 
in the urn or in the pyramid ; and how our immortal 
self is regarded, like an actor, as absent, so soon as it is 
once behind the scenes, and frets and fumes no longer 
among the players on the stage. 

But had not the gray hermit, Spener, laid upon the 
sunken breast of that deeper hermit a double youth ? 

2 7 8 


O, in this frosty hour of pomp and pageantry, counts not 
the faithful Julienne every tone of the funeral bell with 
the beads of her tears, — that poor daughter whom sick- 
ness has exempted from the ceremonials, not from pain, 
who now has lost her last but one, perhaps her last relative, 
since her brother is hardly one ? And will not Liana, 
in her Elysium, guess the farce of sorrow which is acted 
so near to her over behind the high trees in Tartarus ? 
And if she suspects anything, how profoundly will she 
mourn ! 

All this the noble youth heard in his soul, and he 
thirsted hotly after the friendship of the heart : it was to 
him as if its mountain- and life-air floated down from 
eternity, and blew the grave-dust away from his life-path, 
and he saw, up yonder, the Genius place his inverted 
torch upon the cold bosom, not to extinguish the immor- 
tal life, but to enkindle the immortal love. 

He could not now do otherwise than go forth into the 
open air, and, amid the flying tones of spring and the 
deep, hollow murmur of the receding dead march, write 
the following words to Liana's brother, in which he said 
to him, after a youthful style, Be my friend ! 

"To Charles. 

" Stranger ! At this hour, when, in the dead sea and 
through our tears, the triumphal columns and thrones of 
men and their bridge-posts appear to us broken, a true 
heart puts a question to thee frankly, and let thine answer 
it willingly and in truth ! 

" Has the longest prayer of man been answered to thee, 
stranger, and hast thou thy friend ? Do thy wishes and 
nerves and days grow together with his, like the four 
cedars on Lebanon, which can bear nothing around them 


but eagles? Hast thou two hearts and four arms, and 
livest thou twice over, as if immortal, in the battling 
world ? Or standest thou solitary and alone upon a 
frosty, dumb, slender, glacier-point, having no human 
being to whom thou canst show the Alps of creation, 
and with the heavens arching far above thee and abysses 
yawning below ? When thy birthday comes, hast thou 
no being to shake thy hand, and look thee in the eye and 
say, We still cleave together faster than ever ? 

" Stranger : if thou hast had no friend, hast thou 
deserved one? When spring kindled into life, and 
opened all her honey-cups, and her serene heaven, and 
all the hundred gates of her Paradise, hast thou, like 
me, bitterly looked up and begged of God a heart for 
thine ? O when, at evening, the sun went down like a 
mountain, and his flames departed from the earth, and 
now only his red breath floated upward to the silvery 
stars, hast thou beheld the brotherly shadows of friend- 
ship which sank together on battle-fields, like stars of one 
constellation, stealing forth through the bloody clouds out 
of the old world, like giants ; and didst thou think of this, 
— how imperishably they loved each other, and thou, like 
me, wast alone ? And, solitary one, when night — that 
season at which the spirit of man, as in torrid climes, 
toils and travels — reveals her cold suns above thee in 
a sparkling chain, and when, still, among all the distant 
forms of the ether there is no dear loved one, and im- 
mensity painfully draws thee up, and thou feelest, upon 
the cold earth, that thy heart beats against no breast but 
only thine own, — O beloved ! weepest thou then, and 
most bitterly ? 

" Charles, often have I reckoned up, on my birthday, 
the increasing years, — the feathers in the broad wing of 

28o TITAN. 

time, — and thought upon the sounding flight of youth : 
then I stretched my hand far out after a friend, who 
should stick by me in the Charon's skiff wherein we 
are born, when the seasons of life's year glide by along 
the shore before me, with their flowers and leaves and 
fruits, and when, on the long stream, the human race 
shoots downward in its thousand cradles and coffins. 

" Ah, it is not the gay, variegated shore that flies by, 
but man and his stream : forever bloom the seasons in 
the gardens up and down along the shore ; only we sweep 
by once for all before the garden, and never return. 

" But our friend goes too. 0, if thou at this hour of 
death's juggleries art contemplating the pale Prince, with 
the images of youth on his breast, and thinking of the 
gray friend who secretly bewails him in Tartarus, then 
will thy heart dissolve, and in soft, warm flames run 
round through thy bosom, and softly say : 1 1 will love, 
and then die, and then love — O Almighty, show me the 
soul which longs and languishes like mine ! ' 

" If thou say'st that, if thou art thus, then come to my 
heart : I am as thou. Grasp my hand, and hold it till it 
withers. I have seen thy form to-day, and on it the 
marks of life's wounds : hasten to me ; I will bleed and 
struggle at thy side. I have long and early sought and 
loved thee. Like two streams will we mingle and grow, 
and bear our burdens, and dry up together. Like silver 
in the furnace, we will run together with glowing light, 
and all slags shall lie cast out around the pure shimmer- 
ing metal. Laugh not, then, any longer so grimly, to 
think what ignes-fatui men are ; like ignes-fatui we burn 
and fly away in the rainy storm of time. And then, when 
time is gone by, we find each other again, and it will be 
again in the spring. 

u Albano de Cesara." 



48. CYCLE. 

HOW gloriously, — before all the beating veins of 
the inner man, like those of the outer in old age, 
have stiffened into gristle, and all the vessels have be- 
come inflexible and earthy, and the moral pulse, like the 
physical, hardly makes sixty strokes in a minute, and 
before the shy old fool, at every emotion, reserves a 
piece of his nature which he keeps cold and dry, and 
which is to wait for another occasion, as sprinkled rasp- 
berry leaves always remain dry on the rough side, — 
how gloriously, I say, before this period of espionage, 
does a youth, especially an Albano, step along his path, 
how freely, boldly, and exultingly ! and seeks with equal 
confidence the friend and the foe, and closes with him, 
to fight either for him or against him ! 

Let this excuse Albano's fiery letter ! The next day 
he received from Roquairol this answer : — 

" I am as thou. On ascension-evening I will seek thee 
among the masks. 

" Charles." 

The redness of mortification rushed over the Count's 
face at this artificial postponement of the acquaintance ; 
he felt that, after such a tone from the heart, he would 
have immediately, without a dead interim of five days, 
and without an homage-day masquerade in a double sense, 
gone to his friend and become his. But now he swore 
no longer to run to meet him, but only to wait for him. 
However, the roused indignation soon subsided, and he 
began to invent fairer and fairer mitigations for the first 
leaf of the so-long-sought favorite. Charles might cer- 
tainly, e. g. not wish to mix up the holy time of the first 



recognition with this bustle of taking the allegiance-oath, 
— or that first suicidal masquerade might have made 
every succeeding one an inspiring era of a new second 
life, — or he knew, perhaps, in fact, about Albano's birth- 
day, — or, finally, this glowing spirit chose to run or fly 
on his own track. 

Meanwhile, his note made the Count reproach himself 
for his own letter, as if it had been a sin against his 
Schoppe; he held it to be a sin, in one friendship, to 
yearn after another ; but thou mistakest, fair soul ! 
Friendship has steps which lead up on the throne of 
God, through all spirits, even to the Infinite : only love 
is satiable, and, like truth, admits no three degrees of 
comparison ; and a single being fills its heart. Moreover, 
Albano and Schoppe, in such a mutual metempsychosis 
of their ideas, and such a near relationship of their pride 
and nobility, held each other far more dear than they 
showed to each other. For, as Schoppe, in fact, showed 
nothing, one could love him in return only with the fin- 
ger on the lip, but, perhaps, so much the more strongly. 
Albano was a burning-hot concave mirror, which has its 
object near, and represents it erect behind itself ; Schoppe 
one which holds the object far off, and throws an inverted 
image of it into the air. 

On the evening before his birthday, and the day of 
allegiance, Albano stood alone at his window, and pon- 
dered his past, — for a last day is more solemn than a 
first : on the 31st of December I reckon up three hundred 
and sixty -five days and their fates ; on the first of January 
I think of nothing, because, in fact, the whole future is 
transparent, or may be all out in five minutes ; — while 
the vesper-bell pealed over the fast-closing twentieth year 
of his life, and the vesper-hour rose within him, he meas- 


ured the abside-line * of his moral being, and looked up 
at the towering pile of the approaching morrow, which 
hung full either of spring-showers or hailstones. Never 
yet had he so tenderly surveyed the circle of his beloved 
beings, or glanced through the open doors of futurity, as 
at this time. 

But the fair hour was spoiled by Malt, who burst in 
with the information that the limping gentleman had 
leaped overboard. From the dormer-window might be 
seen a returning village funeral-procession, conglomer- 
ated around the spot on the bank where Schoppe had 
plunged in. With frightful wildness — for in Albano in- 
dignation was next-door neighbor to terror and pain — 
he dragged along with him, as he flew to the rescue, the 
lazy provincial physician, and even threatened him with 
hard words ; for Sphex was going to wait for a carriage, 
and meanwhile represent to himself the possible cases of 
too late preparations for a rescue, and besides, perhaps, 
cherished a hope of serving up Schoppe, on the anatomi- 
cal table, as Doctor's-feast of science. 

The youth ran out with him, — through corn-fields, 
amidst tears and amidst curses, — with alternate clenched 
fist and outspread palm, and his eye grew more and more 
dim and dizzy, and his heart hotter and hotter, the nearer 
they approached the dark circle. At last they could not 
only see the Librarian, but also hear him ; in good 
case he turned towards them his curly head from among 
the reeds, and, occasionally, as he was haranguing the 
mourning-retinue, he flung up, in a fiery manner, his 
hairy arm above the water-plants. 

. * The line which is drawn from the aphelion to the perihelion, the 
two apsides, or the nearest and farthest points of a planet's distance 
from the sun. 



Of course the case stood thus : — 

His sorites, as long as he lived, was the following : 
" He had come into the world, not feet foremost, but 
head foremost, and, accordingly, carried his head and 
nose high and lofty,* because he could not help it. Now 
he knew of no more genuine freedom than health ; — 
every malady shuts up and warps the soul, and the 
earth is, merely for that reason, a universal block-house, 
la salpetriere and house of bruises ; f — whoso made use 
of an oyster-snail-viper medicine was himself a slimy, 
snaky, sticking viper, oyster, snail, and therefore the 
ever-free savages killed their invalids, and the vigorous 
Spartans gave no patient an office, least of all the crown ; 
— and strength was especially necessary, in our degener- 
ate days, in order to maul qualified subjects, because, to 
his certain knowledge, the fist with some substance in it 
was the best plaintiff's plea and actio ex lege diffamari 
which a citizen could institute." 

Therefore he bathed summer and winter in ice-cold 
water, just as he, for the same reason, kept himself tem- 
perate in all things. 

Now, then, in this odious May-weather, he had merely, 
in his gray hussar-cloak, — at home, his night-gown, — 
and with shoes down at the heel, gone to the water-side ; 
he had previously stripped himself at the house so as to 
be ready as soon as he should arrive at the bank. The 
mourning-company, who saw him go at his swift pace 
down to the water, and at last throw off everything and 
leap in, could not but believe the man meant to drown 
himself, and ran in a body to his bathing-place, not to 

* A child coming into the world face foremost cannot afterward 
bend its head forward. — The Mother of a Family, Vol. V. 
f The name of the Invalid Hospital in Copenhagen. 



let him do it. "Do not drown himself!" cried the 
mourning-company of blacks, while yet afar off. He just 
let them come on till he could discourse the matter to them 
somewhat nearer, in the following wise : — "I am yet 
open "to conviction ; I can hear reason, good folk, though 
I am already standing up to my neck in the water ; but 
suffer yourselves to be correctly informed in this case, 
dear Cher stems generally, for so Christians were called in 
the time of Charles. I am a poor Sacramentarian, and 
can hardly recollect what I have hitherto lived on, it was 
so bloody-desperate little. Whatever I have undertaken 
in this world, no blessing went with it, but it was all 
crab's-track backwards and forward. I set up, in Vienna, 
a neat little magazine of snipes' dung, but I made nothing 
out of it for want of snipes. I took hold on the other end, 
and hawked about in Carlsbad, for the lords and great 
ones, who are accustomed to set a picture upon every old 
stool and piece of trumpery, fine engravings for waste- 
paper and privy purposes, in order that, instead of the 
mere printed paper, they might have something tasty for 
consumption ; but the whole set was left, a dead loss, on 
my hands, because the manner was too hard and not ideal 
enough. In London I prepared ready-made speeches 
(for I am a litterateur) to be used by men who are hanged, 
and yet would fain have something to say for themselves : I 
offered them to the richest parliamentary orators, and even 
knaves of booksellers, but came near having to use the 
speeches for myself. I would gladly have got my living 
by vomiting,* but that requires funds. I tried once to 
get a settlement as note-stand to a count's regiment, 

* In Darwin's Zoönomy, page 529, the case is adduced of a man 
who did this before spectators. In Paris another did the same by 
swallowing air. 



because it looks stupid enough on drill- and parade-days to 
see every one with a musical flap hanging on his shoulder, 
from which his next neighbor behind plays. I offered for 
a trifle to wear all the musicalia on my own person, and 
stand before them with the notes ; but the first-lieutenant 
(who is at once in the regency and in the treasury) 
' thought it would make the fifers laugh when they came 
to blow. Thus has it fared with me from time imme- 
morial, dear Cherstens — but don't trample about on my 
precious cloak there ! As ill luck would have it, I entered 
into wedlock with a lady of Vienna, who was endowed 
with melted seals;* her name was Prcenumerantia 
Elementaria Philanthropia ; f you don't know what this 
means in German, — a real hell-broom, who chased me, 
all heated, like a hunted stag, into the reeds here. Chers- 
tens, I should defame myself in the water, wererl to come 
out plainly with the whole story of our woful condition ; % 
... in short, my Philanthropia before marriage was soft 
as the spines of a new-born hedge-hog, but in the nuptial 
state, when the foliage was off, I saw, as on trees in win- 
ter, one raven's- and devil's-nest after another. She was 
all the time dressing herself and dressing herself, till it 
was time to undress ; when a fault in me or the children 
had been removed, she would still continue to scold a lit- 
tle, as one continues to vomit, when the emetic and every- 
thing is out ; she indulged me preciously little, and had I 
had a Fontanel § she would have reproached me for the 

* In Vienna there was an Institute which made new sealing-wax 
out of old, and endowed poor persons with the proceeds. 

f Such was the tasteless name by which Basedow was going to 
baptize a daughter, in memory of the appearing of an elementary 
work on Prenumeration. See Schlichtegroll's Necrology. 

% Wthestande, a parody of Ehestande, wedded state. 

§ An issue. 



fresli pea which I should have been obliged every day to 
put into it ; in short, we too pulled opposite ways, — the 
linch-pin of love came out in the struggle, and I came 
with the forward-wheels down into the water here, and 
my Prsenumerantia stays with the hind-wheels at home. 
See, my women, this is why I do violence to myself — 
besides, the gnawing-man * would have, at any rate, 
caught me by the throat; but behold yourselves in me 
as in a mirror ! For when a man who is a litterateur, 
and therefore, as you yet know by the case of Fichte, 
goes about as instituted overseer, schoolmaster, and men- 
tor of the human race, leaps overboard before his wife's 
face, and lets his Ephorie and tutorship go, you may 
conclude from this of what your own husbands, who can- 
not measure themselves with me at all in learning, are 
capable, in case you are such Praenumerantias, Elemen- 
tarias, and Philanthropias as unfortunately you have the 
appearance of being. But," he concluded suddenly, as he 
saw Albano and the Doctor, " clear yourselves away ; I 
am going to drown myself ! " 

" Ah, dear Schoppe ! " said Albano. Schoppe blushed 
at his situation. " It must be a clown," said the retiring 
funeral retinue. " What child's foolery is this, then ? " 
asked Sphex, resenting Albano's former passion and the 
anatomical misshot, and derived satisfaction from telling 
the story of the latter's rage. Schoppe knew how 
heartily the noble youth loved him, and he would not 
say anything, because he was ashamed, but he swore to 
himself (in the grotesque style to which he was accus- 
tomed even in soliloquy) very shortly to let him into 
his breast-cavern, and show him hanging therein a whole, 
wild heart full of love. 

* A name given in some places to the consumption. 



49. CYCLE. 

THE blue day on which an ascension, a rendering 
of allegiance, and a birthday were to be cele- 
brated already stood over Pestitz, after having cast off 
its morning-red, — two horses were already harbingers of 
four, the lowly coach-box, of the highest, — the country 
nobility already went down, uncomfortably frizzled, into 
the rooms of the inn, and scolded at being cheated out of 
the fairest weather for heath-cock coupling, and the city 
nobility, yet unpowdered, spoke of the day, but without 
real earnestness, — the court-micrometer,* the court-mar- 
shal, was surrounded by all his quartermasters, — the 
court-transit-instruments,f the courtiers, instead of their 
half-holiday, when they work only in the afternoon, had 
a whole working-day, and were already standing at the 
wash-table, — the allegiance-preacher, Schäpe, believed 
almost every word of his discourse, because he had read 
it too many times over, and the nearness of publication 
infused emotion into him, — there was no longer a domino 
to be had for the evening, except among the Jews, — 
when a man alighted at the door of the Doctor's house, 
who among all others was the most honest and hearty 
about the allegiance, the Director Wehrfritz. There were 
a son and a father in each other's arms, a fiery youth and 
a fiery man. Albano seemed to him no longer to be the 
old Albano, but — warmer than ever. He brought with 
him from " his women," as he called them, congratulatory 
letters and birthday presents ; he himself made not much 

* A micrometer consists of fine threads stretched across in the tel- 
escope, which serve to measure the smallest distance. 

f The transit-instrument, or culminatory, observes when a star has 
reached the highest point in its course. 


of the birthday or forgot it, and Albano had only cele- 
brated it a little just after waking. These festivals be- 
long more to the other sex, who gladly toy with times and 
seasons in the way of loving and giving. 

The Titular Librarian marched out to a village, named 
Klosterdorf, where the Mayor with his family, after an 
ancient custom, had to imitate the Prince with his, and so, 
as commissioner, drive in the allegiance of the neighboring 
circle ; this, Schoppe said, he still was pleased with, but 
the other worked too fatally on his inwards. The Direc- 
tor, dazzled by the prospects of the day, and posted in the 
front with an official speech to the chivalry, fell into a 
quarrel with Schoppe. " The Exchequer and the Court," 
said he, " have been, of course, from time immemorial, 
such as they are ; but the Princes, dear sir, are good ; 
they are themselves sucked dry, and then they seem to 
be the suckers." " Somewhat," rejoined Schoppe, " as 
the death-vampyres only give out blood from themselves, 
while they appear to take it; but I make up for that 
again by attributing wholly to the Regents, besides the 
sins of others, the merits, victories, and sacrifices of oth- 
ers also ; herein they are the pelicans, who shed a blood 
for their children which really at a distance seems to be 
their own." 

All went off : Schoppe, out into the country ; Wehrfritz, 
to church with the procession ; Albano, into a spectator's- 
box in the allegiance-hall ; for he would not in any wise 
be stuck into the train of the Prince, not even as em- 
broidery. Soon the noisy stream of pomp came sounding 
back into the hall. The chivalry, the spirituality, and the 
cities mounted the stage, where the oath was to be taken. 
In the court-yard of the castle one foot stood upon an- 
other, and a needle might, to be sure, have reached the 
13 s 



ground, but no one could do so, to pick it up ; everybody 
looked up at the balcony, and cursed before he swore. 
The Prince, too, stayed not away ; the throne, that grad- 
uated and paraphrased princely seat, stood open, and 
Fraischdörfer had decorated it with beautiful mytho- 
logical and heraldic shoulder-pieces and appendages. 

Opposite the Count bloomed the court-dames, and be- 
low them a rose and a lily, Julienne and Liana. As one 
lifts his eye from the stiff frosty landscape of winter to 
the blue breathing heavens which looked down upon our 
spring evenings, and wherein the light summer clouds 
floated and the rainbow stood, so did he glance over the 
shining snow-light of the court at the lovely Grace of 
spring, around whom remembrances hung, like flowers, 
and who now stood so far aloof, so cut off, so imprisoned 
in the heavy finery of the court ! Only through . her 
friend, who sits beside her, was she gently melted and 
harmonized with the dazzling present. 

Now began fine official speeches, the longest being 
made by the old Minister, the shortest by Wehrfritz : the 
Prince let the warm eulogies glide over his December- 
visage without thawing it down, — a mistaken indifference! 
For the praise of the Minister, as well as of other court- 
servants, may yet help him with posterity', since, according 
to Bacon, no praise is of more consequence than that 
which servants give, because they surely know their mas- 
ter best. 

Then the Upper- Secretary, Heiderscheid, read Luigi's 
genealogical table, and illuminated the hollow family-tree, 
together with its dryness, and the last pale green twig ; 
with sunken eyes Julienne heard this amid the vivat of 
the people, and Albano, never subdued by one thought 
alone, saw her eyes, and could not, however vacantly 


the Regent listened, avoid the funeral picture, how, one 
day, and that very soon, this extinguished man would 
bear down after him the name of his whole race into the 
vault ; he saw them carving the inverted arms and hang- 
ing the shield upside down, and heard the shovels strike 
against the helmet and fling the earth after the coffin. 
Gloomy idea! the tender sister would certainly have 
wept, had she only been alone ! 

At last the turn came to those, to whom it never comes 
first, although they are the only ones who have a hearty 
meaning in such ceremonies. Heiderscheid stepped out 
on the balcony, and caused the noisy swarming multitude 
to stretch out the forefinger and thumb, and repeat the 
oath after him. The mass, always fascinated, shouted 
their vivat ; in the dazzled eyes gleamed the confident 
expectation of a better regency and love for the unknown 
individual. The Count, whom a multitude generally 
made enthusiastic, as it did Schoppe melancholy, glowed 
with the inspiration of brotherly love and thirst for 
achievement ; he saw princes, like omnipotent ones, hold- 
ing sway on their eminences, and saw the blooming prov- 
inces and the gay cities of a wisely-ruled land spread 
out before him ; he represented to himself how he, were 
he a prince, could, with the electric sparkling of the 
sceptre-point, dart, with an animating shock, into millions 
of united hearts at once, whereas he could now, with so 
great difficulty, scarcely kindle a few of the nearest ; he 
saw his throne, as a mountain in morning light, pouring 
out, instead of lava, navigable streams through the lands, 
and breaking the storms, with a hum of harvests and fes- 
tivals around its feet ; he thought to himself how far, 
from such a high place, he could send light abroad, like a 
moon, which does not hide the sun by day, but, from her 



elevation, flings his distant brightness into the night, — 
and how he would, instead of only defending, create and 
educate freedom, and be a regent for the sake of forming 
self-regents.* " But why am I not one ? " said he mourn- 

Noble youth ! do thy estates, then, furnish thee no sub- 
jects ? But just so does the lesser prince believe he 
would govern a duchy quite otherwise, and the higher 
one believes the same in regard to a kingdom, and so 
does the highest, in regard to universal monarchy. 

Meanwhile, all through this singular uneasy day, wild 
perspectives of youth passed to and fro before him, and 
the old spirit-voice, which he was going to meet to-day, 
repeated in him the dark exhortation, Take the crown ! 
Wehrfritz came back in the evening with a red face from 
the fiery allegiance-banquet, and Albano took an agitated 
leave of him, as if of the ebb and calm of life — his 
childish youth ; for to-day he launched out deeper into 
its waves. Schoppe came back and wanted to have him 
before the sight-hole of his show-box, wherein he slid 
through the vicariate-allegiance-swearing in Klosterdorf, 
in a series of comic pictures ; but these contrasted too 
severely with higher ones, and gave little pleasure. 

At night Albano put on his beautiful, serious character- 
mask, that of a knight-templar, — for a comic one his 
form, and almost his mood, was too great ; — the latter 
was made still more solemn by this funeral dress of a 
whole murdered knightly order. After he had caused 
to be described to him once more the awful paths of Tar- 
tarus, and the burial-place of the Prince's heart, to avoid 
mistaking of the way in the night, he went forth, about 

* Autarchs; for monarchs or sole-rulers are etymologically distin- 
guished from self-rulers. 


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ten o'clock, with a high-heaving bosom, which the night- 
larvae* of fancy, together with friendship and love and 
the whole future, conspired to excite. 

50. CYCLE. 

ALBANO stepped, for the first time, into the in- 
verted puppet-world of a masquerade, as into a 
dancing realm of the dead. The black forms, the slit 
masks, the strange eyes, gleaming as out of night behind 
them, which, as in that mouldering Sultan in the coffin, 
alone remained alive, — the mingling and mimicking of 
all ranks, the flying and ring-running of the clinking 
dance, and his own solitude under the mask, — all this 
translated him, with his Shakespearian frame of spirit, 
into an enchanted and ghostly island full of juggleries, 
chimeras, and metamorphoses. Ah, this is the bloody 
scaffold, was his first thought, where the brother of thy 
Liana rent his young life, like a mourning-garment ; and 
he looked fearfully round, as if he feared Roquairol might 
again attempt death. 

Among the masks he found no one under which he 
could suppose him to be ; this meaningless cousinship 
of standing parts, footmen, butchers, Moors, ancestors, 
&c, — these could not conceal any loved one of Albano's. 
Lonesomely and inquisitively he paced up and down be- 
hind the rows of the Anglaise ; and more than ten eyes, 
which glistened opposite in the annular eclipse of the 
pointed mask, — for women, from their open-heartedness, 
do not love masks, but are fond of showing themselves, — 
followed the powerfully and pliantly built form, which, 
with the bold helm and plume, with the crossed white 
* Ghosts of the dead. — Tr. 


mantle and the gleaming mail on his breast, seemed to 
bring a knight out of the heroic age. 

At last a masked lady, who was chatting between un- 
masked ones, came up to him with long steps and large 
feet, and boldly grasped his hand as if for a dance. He 
was extremely embarrassed at the boldness of the sum- 
mons, and about the choice of an answer ; it is valor 
precisely that loves to marry itself to gallantry, as the 
Damascene blade, besides hardness, possesses a perpetual 
fragrance ; but the lady only wrote in his hand his ini- 
tials, with the interrogation-mark after them, — " v. C. ? " 
and after the Yes, the charming one said, softly, " Do 
you not remember me ? the master of exercises, Von 
Falterle ? " Albano testified, notwithstanding his dislike 
of the part, a real joy at finding again a companion of 
his youth. He asked which mask was Captain Roquai- 
rol ; Falterle assured him he had not yet arrived. 

By this time — as the footmen, the butchers, Falterle, 
&c, were only the snow-drops of this masquerade-spring 

— better flowers — violets, forget-me-nots, and primroses 

— had sprung up or come in. For one such forget-me- 
not I see a churl entering, puffed out behind and before, 
and convex like a burning-glass, who now opened the 
back-door and shook out confects from his hump-back, 
and then the front-door and produced sausages. Hafen- 
reffer, however, writes me the invention has once before 
appeared at a masquerade in Vienna. Then came a 
company of German play-cards, which shuffled and 
played out and took each other ; a fine emblem of athe- 
ism, which exhibits it wholly free from the absurdity 
wherewith men have so loved to disfigure it ! Mr. Von 
Augusti appeared also, but in simple dress and domino ; 
he became (incomprehensibly to the Count) very soon the 


polar-star of the dancers, and the controlling Cartesian 
vortex of the dancing-school. 

With what miserable, black ammunition-biscuit and 
beggar's-bread of enjoyment these people get along ! 
thought Albano, to whom, all day long, his dreams, those 
Jupiter's-doves, had been bringing ambrosia. And how 
pale and stale is their fire, their fancy, and their speech, 
he thought too. Verily, a life down in a gloomy glacier- 
chasm ! for he imagined everybody must speak and feel 
as intensely and ardently as he. 

Now came a limping man, with a great glass-chest on 
his belly ; of course it was easy to recognize the Libra- 
rian ; he had on — either because he sent too late, or 
would not pay, for a domino — something black, which 
he had borrowed of a mourning-cloak lender, and was 
covered from shoulder-blade to shin-bone with awful 
masks, which he, with many finger-signs, offered mostly 
to those people who played their parts behind the oppo- 
site kind, e. g. short-nosed ones to long noses. He was 
waiting for the beginning of a hop Anglais e, the notes for 
w r hich stood just on the hand-organ of his chest ; then he, 
too, began ; he had therein an excellent puppet-masquer- 
ade which had been planed out by Bestelmaier, and now 
he set the little masks to hopping parallel with the great 
ones. His object was a comparative anatomy of the two 
masquerades, and the parallelism was melancholy. Be- 
sides, he had rigged it all out with by-work : little 
dumb persons swung their little bells in the chest ; a 
tolerably grown-up child rocked the cradle of an inani- 
mate doll, with which the little fool still played ; a 
mechanic was working away at his speaking machine, by 
which he was going to show the world how far mere 
mechanism could go toward giving life to puppets ; a 



live, white mouse * sprang out by a little chain, and would 
have upset many of the club, if he could have broken it ; 
a starling, buried-alive, a true first Greek comedy and 
school for scandal in miniature, was practising upon the 
dancing-company the death-blow of the tongue with per- 
fect freedom and without distinction ; a looking-glass- 
wall mimicked the living scenes of the chest so decep- 
tively, that every one took the images for true puppets. 

The point of this comico-tragic dagger came home 
directly enough upon Albano, as, besides, the hopping 
wax-figure-cabinet of the great masquerade seemed to 
double the solitude of man, and to separate two selves by 
four faces ; but Schoppe went further. 

In his glass case stood a faro-bank, and by it a little 
man, who cut out the masked banker in black paper, but 
into a likeness of the German gentleman ; this picture 
he carried into the card-chamber, where a bank-keeping 
mask — most certainly Cephisio — must needs hear and 
see him. The banker looked at him some time inquir- 
ingly. Another, dressed wholly in black, with a dying ex- 
pression, which represented the Hippocratica faciesrf did 
the same. Albano looked towards it with a fiery glance, 
because it occurred to him it might be Roquairol, for 
it had his stature and torch-like eye. The pale mask 
lost much, and kept redoubling its loss ; at that it drank 
out of a quill immoderate draughts of Champagne wine. 
The Lector came up ; Schoppe kept on playing before 
the eyes that crowded round ; the pale mask looked 
steadily and sternly at the Count. Schoppe took off his 

* Does he allude to the frightful white form, in my " vision of an- 
nihilation" ? 

f A phrase applied to the form of a dying man. [Properly a dis- 
temper which gives one a deathly look. See Bailey's Dictionary. 


own before Bouverot ; but there was another under it ; 
he pulled this off ; it disclosed an under-mask of the 
under-mask ; he carried on "the process to the fifth root ; 
— at last his own rough face came forth, but bronzed 
with gold-beater's skin and distorted, as it turned towards 
Bouverot, with an almost frightful glaze and smile. 

The pale mask itself seemed to start, and hastened with 
long strides off into the dancing-hall ; it threw itself 
wildly into the wildest of the dance. This, too, confirmed 
Albano's conjecture, as well as its great defying hat, 
which seemed to him a crown, because he prized noth- 
ing more highly about manly attire than fur, cloak, and 

More and more fingers continually drew the letters 
" v. C." in his hand, and he nodded composedly. The 
time surrounded him with manifold dramas, and every- 
where he stood between theatre-curtains. As with 
uneasy head and heart he stepped to the window, to 
see whether he should soon have moonshine for his 
night-walk, he saw a heavy hearse, flanked by torches, 
move along across the market, which was conveying a 
manor-lord to his family-vault ; and the undisturbed 
night-watchman called out, behind the creeping dead 
man, the beginning of the spirit-hour and of a birth- 
hour, which is precious to us. Could his smitten heart 
refrain from saying to him how sharply Death, the 
hard, solid, insoluble, with its glacier-air, sweeps through 
the warm scenes of life, and leaves behind it all over 
which it breathes stiff and snow-white ? Could he help 
thinking of the cold young sister, whose voice now 
awaited him in Tartarus ? And as Schoppe, with his 
puppet-parody, came to him, and he pointed out to him 
the street, and the latter said : " Bon ! Friend Death sits 



on his game-wagon, and glances quietly up, as if the 
friend would say, i Bon ! only dance on ; I make my re- 
turn trip, and carry you too to your place and spot,' " — 
how close must it have been to him under his sultry visor ! 
At this second the pale mask came, with others, to the win- 
dow ; he opened his glowing face for coolness ; a hasty 
draught of wine, and still more his fancy, showed him the 
world in burning surfaces ; the mask surveyed him closely, 
with a dark, uncertain glow of the eye, which he at last 
could no longer bear, because it might as well have been 
kindled by hatred as by love, just as the spots on the sun 
seem now like abysses and now like mountains. 

Eleven o'clock had gone by ; he suddenly disappeared 
from the hot looks and the crushing throng, and betook 
himself on his way to the heart without a breast. 

51. CYCLE. 

WHILE he stood at the gate leaning on his sword, 
a group of new masks (mostly representatives 
of lifelessness, e. g. a boot, peruke-stand, &c.) came 
running into the city, and peered with astonishment 
at the tall, white, knightly stranger. He took his sword 
with him, but no servant. Whatever the danger into 
which the visit of a secluded, gloomy catacomb-ave- 
nue, and the foreknowledge of this visit on the part of 
others, might plunge him, his character left him no other 
choice than the one which he had made ; no, he would 
sooner have let himself be murdered than shamed before 
his father. 

How thy spirit mounted aloft, like a lightning-flash 
darting upward toward heaven, when the great Night, 
with her saintly halo of stars, stood erect before thee ! — 


Beneath the heavens there is no terror, only under the 
earth ! — Broad shadows lay across his road to Elysium, 
which on Sunday had been colored with dew-drops and 
butterflies. In the distance fiery prongs grew out of the 
earth and moved along ; — it was the hearse with the 
torches in the lower road. When he came to the cross- 
way which leads through the ruined castle into Tartarus, 
he looked round toward the enchanted grove, on whose 
winding bridge life and songs of joy had met him ; all 
was dumb therein, and only a long gray bird of prey 
(probably a paper dragon) wheeled over it to and fro. 

He passed through the old castle into an orchard that 
had been sawed down, and looked like a tree-church- 
yard ; then into a pale wood, full of peeled May-trees, 
which with faded ribbons and banners all looked toward 
Elysium, — a withered pleasure grove of so many happy 
days. Some windmills, with their long shadow-arms, 
struck into the midst, and were continually seizing and 

Impetuously Albano ran down a stairway darkened 
with hangings, and came upon an old battle-field, — a 
gloomy waste with a black wall, of which the monotony 
was broken only by white gypsum heads, which stood in 
the earth as if they were on the point of sinking or of 
resurrection ; a tower full of blind gates and blind win- 
dows stood in the midst, and the solitary clock talked with 
itself therein, and, with its iron rod swaying to and fro, 
seemed fain to divide the wave of time, which ever tended 
to run together again : it struck three quarters to twelve, 
and deep in the wood the echo murmured as if in sleep, 
and softly spake once more to fleeting man of fleeting 
time. The road ran in an eternal circle round about the 
churchyard wall, without coming to a gate. Alban must, 



according to his information, seek a spot in the wall where 
it roared and reeled under him. 

At last he stepped upon a stone which sank with him ; 
then a section of the wall fell down ; and a tangled wood, 
full of clumps of trees, whose stems twined together into 
bush-work, danced before every beam of the moon. As 
he looked round him under the gate, there hung over the 
shadowy stairway a pale head like a bust of the murder- 
field, and passed down without a body, and the bloodless 
dead seemed to awake and run after it ; — the cold hell- 
stone * of horror contracted his heart : he stood : the 
death's-head hovered immovable over the last step ! 

All at once his heart sucked in warm blood again ; he 
turned toward the misshapen wood with drawn sword, 
because he was bearing along his life in his hand near 
armed Death. He followed in the darkness of the moss- 
green towers the roar of the subterranean flood and the 
rocking of the ground. Unfortunately he looked round 
again, and there stood the death's-head behind him still, 
but high in the air on the trunk of a giant. The extreme 
of horror always drove him with compressed eyes full 
upon a phantom ; he called twice through the echoing 
wood, " Who 's there ? " But when, at this moment, a 
second head seemed all at once to stand beside the first, 
then his hand clove, frozen, to the ice-cold key of the gate 
of the world of the dead, and he tore it away bleeding. 

He fled, and plunged through thicker and thicker 
twigs, till at last he came out into an open garden and 
into the splendor of the moon ; here, ah here, when he 
saw the holy, immortal heavens and the rich stars in the 
north gleaming again, which never rise nor set, the pole- 
star and Friederich's-Ehre,t the Bear and the Serpent, 

* The tapis inj 'ernalis, or silver cautery. — Tr. 
t Frederick's Honor. 


and Charles's Wain and Cassiopaea, which looked down 
upon him mildly, as if with the bright winking eyes of 
eternal spirits, then his spirit asked itself, " Who can 
lay hands on me ? I am a spirit among spirits " ; and the 
courage of immortality beat again in his warm breast. 

But what a singular garden ! Great and little flower- 
less beds, full of yew, rue, and rosemary, divided it among 
them ; a circle of weeping birches drooped like a funeral 
train around the mute spot ; under the garden murmured 
the buried brook, and in the middle stood a white altar, 
near which lay a man. 

Albano was strengthened by the appearance of the 
common dress and the mechanic's bundle on which the 
sleeper rested ; he stepped quite close to him, and read 
the golden inscription of the altar : " Take my last offer- 
ing, all-gracious one ! " The heart of the Prince must 
here be mouldering in the altar. 

Ah, after these rigid scenes, it soothed his soul even to 
tears to find here human words and a human sleep, and 
the remembrance of God ; but as he looked with emotion 
at the sleeper, suddenly that sister's voice which he had 
heard on Isola Bella said softly in his ear, " I give thee 
Linda de Romeiro." u Ah, good God ! " he cried, and 
turned round ; and there was nothing on either side of 
him, and he held himself up by the corner of the altar. 
" I give thee Linda de Romeiro," it said again ; fright- 
fully the thought seized him, that the hovering death's- 
head might be speaking near him, and he shook the sound 
sleeper, who woke not, and shook and called still more 
violently, when the voice spake for a third time. 

" What ? " said the drowsy man, " directly ! What 
wilt thou ? her ? " and raised himself reluctantly and with 
a yawn ; but at the sight of the naked sword fell down 

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on his knees, and said : " Mercy ! I will, indeed, give 
up all!" 

" Zesara ! " a cry came from the wood, — " Zesara, 
where art thou ? " and he heard his own voice ; but now 
he boldly called back, " At the altar ! " A black form 
rushed out, with a white mask in hand, and hesitated in 
the moonlight before the armed one. Then at length 
Albano recognized the brother of Liana, for whom he 
had so long panted ; he flung his sword behind him, and 
ran to meet him. Roquairol stood before him mute, pale, 
and with a sublime repose on his countenance. Albano 
continued to stand near him, and said with emotion, 
" Hast thou been seeking me, Charles ? " Roquairol 
nodded silently, and had tears in his eyes, and opened 
his arms. Ah, then could the blissful man, with all the 
flames and tears of love fall upon the long-loved soul, and 
he kept saying incessantly, " Now we have each other ! 
now we have each other ! " And more and more pas- 
sionately he embraced him, as the pillar of his future, and 
melted into tears, because now, indeed, the buried love 
of so many years and so many choked up fountains of 
the poor heart could at once gush forth. Roquairol, trem- 
bling, only clasped him to himself gently with one arm, 
and said, but without passion, "I am a dying man, and 
that is my face," holding forth the yellow death-mask; 
" but I have my Albano, and will die on his bosom." 

Wildly they twined around each other ; the sap of life, 
Love, ran through them with a creative power; the 
ground over the rolling, subterranean flood shook more 
violently ; and the starry heaven, with the white, magic 
breath of its trembling stars, floated around the magic 

Ah ye happy ones ! 


52. CYCLE. 

SOME men are born fast friends; their first finding 
of each other is only a second, and they then, like 
those who have been long parted, bring to each other not 
only a future, but a past also; — this latter our happy 
ones demanded of one another impatiently. Roquairol 
answered Alban's question, How he came hither, in a fiery 
manner : " He had been following him this whole evening, 
— he had gazed at him at the window during the funeral 
pomp with such a painful longing, and had almost been 
constrained to fly and embrace him, — he had already, 
but a moment ago, stood close by him, and at his question, 
' Who 's there ? ' immediately taken off his mask." Now 
did Albano's fallen arm strike again tensely through the 
thin magic-lantern show of ghostly fear, as he now learned 
that the two-headed giant had grown entirely out of an 
optically -magnifying, mistaken notion of the distance of a 
form which was so near, and the death's-head had for- 
feited its body on the stairway only by the dark curtains 
and its black dress ; even the hard spirit-scene at the 
altar seemed to him now less insuperable through the rich 
gain of living love. 

Roquairol asked him what woe or joy had driven him 
hither at midnight to a Moravian churchyard, and whither 
he had sent the man with the sword. Albano did not 
know that Moravians reposed here; and, moreover, he 
had not observed that the sword, probably from fear of its 
being used, had been stolen. He answered, "My dead 
sister was fain to speak with me at the altar ; and she 
has spoken " ; but he feared to say more of this. Then 
Roquairol's countenance suddenly changed; he stared at 
him, and demanded confirmation and explanation ; during 


this he looked into the air as if he would draw faces from 
it by his looks, and said monotonously, fixing his eyes, 
however, on Albano the while, " Dead one, dead one, 
speak again ! " But only the death-flood went on speak- 
ing under them, and nothing more. But he threw him- 
self before the altar on his knees, and said in measured 
tone, and yet with trembling lips : " Fly open, spirit-gate, 
and show thy transparent world. I fear not you, the 
transparent ones ; I become one of you, when you appear, 
and walk with you, and become an apparition myself." 
" O my good one, forbear," Albano entreated, not only 
from piety, but from love also ; for an accident, a night- 
bird shooting over, might, indeed, kill them by horror : 
this horror stood, too, not far from them ; for on the illu- 
minated side of the weeping birches stepped out a white, 
majestic old form. But when Roquairol, frantic with 
wine and fancy, reached out the dying mask into the air, 
and said, turning toward the grave of the heart, "Take 
this face, if thou hast none, old man, and look at me from 
behind it ! " Alban seized him ; the white form stepped 
back with bowed head and folded arms into the branches ; 
the round tower on the battle-field struck the hour, and 
the dreamy region, murmuring, struck a response. 

" Come to my warm heart, thou passionate soul. O 
that I were permitted to receive thee on my very birth- 
day, at my very birth-hour ! " This sound melted at 
once the ever-changing man, and he hung upon him with 
wet eyes of joy, and said : "And to keep me even till our 
dying hours ! O look not upon me, thou unchangeable, 
because I appear so wavering and broken ; in the waves 
of life man breaks and crinkles as the staff flickers in 
the water, but the essential being stands nevertheless firm 
as the staff. I will follow thee into other parts of Tar- 
tarus ; but still relate the history." 


To give this history amounted to opening a sanctum 
sanctorum of the inner man, or even a coffin to the light 
of day ; but do you believe that Albano bethought him- 
self a minute ? or would you yourselves ? We are all 
better, franker, warmer friends than we know and show ; 
only let the right spirit meet you, — such a one as thirst- 
ing Love ever demands, — pure, large, clear, and tender 
and warm, — and you give him everything, and love him 
without measure, because he is without fault. Albano 
found in this stranger the first friend who ever responded 
to his whole heart with like tones, the first eye which his 
shy feelings did not shun, a soul before whose first tear 
flowers started up out of his whole future life as out of 
the dry wastes of torrid climes during the rainy season ; 
— hence love gave his strong spirit only the equable, 
broad motion of a sea, whereas his friend, although older 
and longer-trained, was a stream with waterfalls. 

Charles led him into the so-called catacomb, while he 
listened to the ghost-story of Isola Bella, which, however, 
from having been exhausted by the former, he heard with 
diminished fear. A dreary, charred vale, full of sunken 
shafts, basked gray in the moonshine ; out of the wood 
crept forth the death-flood below their feet, and leaped 
down a stony stairway into the catacombs. The two fol- 
lowed it on another that ran by its side. The entrance 
bore as frontispiece an old dial-plate, of which the light- 
ning had once struck away the hour one. " One ? " said 
Albano ; " singular ! — just our coming hour ! " 

How adventurously does the catacomb now wind on- 
ward ! The long death-flood murmurs obscurely far in 
through the darkness, and glimmers at times under the 
silvery stream which the moonlight sends in through the 
shaft-openings; immovable creatures — horses, dogs, birds 




— stand drinking on the dark bank, that is to say, their 
stuffed skins ; small gravestones, worn smooth by time, 
with a few names and limbs, are the pavement ; on a 
brighter niche we read that a nun was immured here ; 
in another stands the petrified skeleton of a miner, who 
was buried alive, with gilded ribs and thighs ; in scattered 
spots were black paper hearts of men shot by the arque- 
buse, and heaped-up nosegays of poor sinners ; the rod 
which had whipped a forgiven penitent to death, a glass 
bust with a phosphorus point in the water, chrisom- 
cloths * and other children's clothes and playthings, and 
a dwarf skeleton. 

As the explanatory words of Roquairol, whose life- 
path always ran down into vaults and out over graves, 
beat out life more and more thin and transparent before 
him, Zesara, after his manner, at once shaking his head, 
heaving forward his breast, stamping in the sand, and 
cursing (which he easily did in terror and in strong emo- 
tion), broke out with the words : " By the Devil ! thou 
crushest my breast and thine own. It is not so ! Are 
we not together ? Have I not thy warm, living hand ? 
Burns not within us the fire of immortality ? Burnt-out 
coals are these bones, and nothing more ; and the heavenly 
flame which has consumed them has again seized upon 
other fuel, and blazes on. O," he added, as if comforted, 
and stepped into the brook and looked through the open- 
ing of the shaft up to the rich moon, which streamed 
down from heaven, and his great eyes filled with splen- 
dor, — " O, there is a heaven and an immortality ; we 
remain not in the dark hole of life ; we, too, sweep 
through the ether like thee, thou shining world ! " 

* Linen cloths smeared with aromatic ointment, anciently placed 
on the heads of children just born or baptized. — Te. 


" Ah, thou glorious one," said Charles, whose soul con- 
sisted of souls, " I will now bring thee to a more cheerful 
place." They had hardly gone eight steps, when it dark- 
ened behind them, and a sword, flung in overhead, came 
perpendicularly down, and struck with its point in the 
sand under the waves. " thou infernal devil up there ! " 
cried the infuriate Roquairol ; but Albano was softened at 
the thought of the iron virgin * of the death-hour, who 
had folded her sharp arms together so near him. They 
clasped each other more warmly, and went silent and sad 
towards a low music and a grave-mound. They seated 
themselves upon it opposite an avenue which formed a 
right angle with the tormenting catacomb, lined with 
green moss, and of which crumbled sparks of rotten wood 
pointed out the extent. He lost himself in an open gate, 
and a prospect of Elysium, of which only the white sum- 
mits of some silver-poplars were distinguishable, and in 
the distance was seen the spring redness of midnight 
blooming in the heavens, and two stars twinkling over- 
head. The gate, however, was grated, and guarded by a 
skeleton with an ^Eolian harp in his hand, which seemed 
to strike upon it the thin minor tones which the draught 
of wind just now wafted into the cavern. 

u Here," said Charles, at the beautiful spot, and made 
more curious by the deadly fling of Albano's sword, " fin- 
ish your narrative of to-day ! " Albano reported to him 
candidly the word which the sister's voice had spoken : 
" I give thee Linda de Romeiro." In the tumult of his 
inner being he thought not of the anecdote, that she was 
the very one for whom Charles when a boy had proposed 
to die. " Romeiro ? " he started up. " Be still ! She ? 
O thou mocking executioner, Fate ! Why she, and to- 

* An allusion to a well-known instrument of the Inquisition. — Tr. 

3 o8 


day? Ah, Albano, for her I early braved death," he 
continued, weeping, and sank upon his breast, " and that 
is what has made my heart so bad, because I have lost 
her. Do thou only take her, for thou art a pure spirit ; 
the glorious shape which appeared to thee on the sea, so 
she looks, or now still fairer. Ah, Albano ! " This noble 
youth trembled at the complicated plot, and at the destiny, 
and said: "No, no, thou dear Charles, thou thinkest 
falsely about everything." 

Suddenly it was as if all the constellations rang, and 
a melodious spirit-choir thronged in through the gate. 
Albano was startled. " Nothing ; let be," said Charles. 
" It is not the skeleton ; the pious father is walking in the 
flute-dell, and is just drawing out his flutes, because he 
prays. But how sayest thou, I think falsely of every- 
thing?" " How?" repeated Albano, and could not, in the 
magic circle of these echoes, which ail-powerfully brought 
back to him that Sunday morning, either think or speak. 
For did not the silver-poplars wave to and fro against the 
stars, and rosy clouds lie couched about the heavens, and 
did not the whole Elysium pass openly by with the sounds 
which had floated through it, with the tears which had 
besprinkled it, and with the dreams which no heart for- 
gets, and with the holy form which eternally abides in his 
breast ? And now he held so fast the hand of her brother ; 
so near was he to love and friendship, those two foci in 
the ellipse of life's pathway ; impetuously he embraced 
the brother, with the words : " By Heaven, I say to thee, 
she whom thou hast just named concerns me not, and 
never will." 

" But, Albano, thou dost not surely know her yet ? " 
said Charles, pursuing his inquiries, perhaps, too hardly ; 
for the noble youth beside him was too bashful and too 


steadfast to unlock the sanctuary of wishes to the kins- 
man of his loved one ; to a stranger he could have done 
it much more easily. " O torment me not," he answered 
sensitively ; but he added more softly, " Believe me, I 
pray you believe me, this first time, my good brother ! " 
Charles yielded full as seldom as he ; and although swal- 
lowing the inquisitive tone, and speaking in a right loving 
one, nevertheless said this : " By my bliss, I '11 do it, and 
with joy; a heart must have been heartily loved and 
divinely blessed which can renounce such a one." Ah, 
does Albano, then, know that ! He only leaned silently, 
with his fiery cheek full of roses, on Liana's brother, 
shunning scrutiny for shame ; but when the expiring calls 
of the flute-dell gathered together like sighs in his breast, 
and reminded him too often how that Sunday morning 
closed, how Liana stole aAvay, and how he looked after 
her with dim, wet eyes from the altar ; then, although his 
heart did not break, his eye broke into tears, and he wept 
violently, but silently, on his first friend. 

Then, with mute souls, they turned homeward, and 
looked thoughtfully toward the long, vanishing ways of 
the future ; and when they parted, they well felt that they 
loved each other right heartily, that is, right bitterly. 

On the morrow the pious father lay prostrate under a 
shock which was more blissful than mournful ; for he said 
he had in the night seen his friend, the deceased Prince, 
walking, clad in white, through Tartarus. 


Roquairol's Advocatus Diaboli.* — The Festival Day of 

53. CYCLE. t 

OT toward the years of childhood, but toward 
the season of youth, should we revert the 
most longingly, if we came forth out of the 
latter as innocent as out of the former. It is 
the festival day of our life, when all avenues are full of 
music and finery, and all houses are hung round with 
golden tapestries, and when Existence, Art, and Virtue, 
like gentle goddesses, still woo us with caresses ; whereas, 
in after years, they summon us, like stern gods, with com- 
mands ! And at this period Friendship dwells as yet in 
a serenely open Grecian temple, not, as later, in a narrow 
Gothic chapel. 

Richly and majestically did life now glitter around 
Albano, covered with islands and ships ; he had his whole 
breast full of friendship and youth, and could now let the 
impetuous energy of love, which on Isola Bella had re- 

* At the canonization of a saint, the Devil was heard by attorney, in 
the shape of objections to the act. Jean Paul, with a slight variation 
of the sense of the old title, hints a converse process in Roquairol's 
case, making the better angel show cause why sentence of damnation 
should not be absolutely pronounced against him. — Tr. 

t Here began Jean Paul's second volume of the Titan. — Tr. 


bounded from a statue, from his father, burst freely and 
joyously upon a man who appeared to him fully as his 
youthful dream had sketched him. He could not let go 
Charles for a day ; he laid bare to him his soul and his 
whole life — (only Liana's name retired deeper and 
deeper into his heart) ; all models of friendship among 
the ancients he was fain to copy and renew, and do and 
suffer everything for his loved friend ; his being was now 
a double-choir ; he drank in every joy with two hearts ; a 
double heaven embosomed his life in pure ether. 

When, on the following day, he met the form of the new 
friend, — which was all that remained to him of the night- 
ly show-piece of the spirit-world, as a pale moon is left by 
the extinguished stars of night, — and when he found him 
so bald-headed and white, as the fiery smoke-column of 
an iEtna ascends gray in the daytime, he seemed to see 
the whilom suicide standing before him, the more freely, 
but all the more warmly, did he stretch his hand across to 
the solitary being, who, after his leap over life, dwelt now 
only on his grave, as on a remote island. Others, for this 
very reason, would draw their hand away : the baffled 
self-murderer, who has made a rent in this fair, firm life, 
comes back from his death-hour as a strange, uncomfort- 
able ghost, whom we can trust no longer, because in his 
ungovernableness he may at any moment play again the 
give-away game with the human form. 

Therefore Albano saw in the chaotic life of the Captain 
only the disorder of a being who is packing up and march- 
ing away. When he stepped for the first time into his 
friend's summer-chamber, he saw, of course, a servant's 
livery wardrobe, a theatrical green-room, and an officer's 
tent before him at once. On the table lay confused tribes 
of books, as on a battle-field, and on Schiller's Tragedies 



the Hippocratic face of the masquerade, and on the Court 
Almanac a pistol ; the book-shelf was occupied by the 
sword-belt, together with its washrball of chalk, a choco- 
late-mill, an empty candlestick, a pomatum-box, matches, 
the wet hand-towel and the dried mouth-napkin ; the 
glasshouse of a run-down hour-glass, and the washing- 
and the writing-table stood open, on which latter I, to 
my astonishment, look in vain for any support under it, 
or writing-sand on it ; the comb-cloth, or powder-mantle, 
leaned back on the ottoman, and a long neck-cloth rode 
on the stove-screen, and the antlers on the wall had two 
hats with feathers shoved over the right and left ears ; 
letters and visiting-cards were impaled like butterflies on 
the window-curtains. I should not have been capable of 
writing a billet there, much less a Cycle. 

Is there not, however, a sunny-bright, free-fluttering 
age, M r hen one loves to see everything which announces 
roving unrest, striking of tents, and nomadic liberty, and 
when one would be thankful to keep house in a travelling- 
carriage, and write and sleep therein ? And does not one 
in those years look upon precisely such a students' cham- 
ber as this as a spiritual students' endowment of genius, 
and every chaos as an infusorial one full of life ? For- 
give my hero this truant time ; there was still something 
noble in his nature, that kept him back from becoming an 
imitator of what he eulogized. 

As, after the melting away of a late winter, all at once 
the green garment of earth flutters up high in flowers 
and blossoms, so in the warm air of friendship and fancy 
did Albano's nature start up at once into luxuriant ver- 
dure and bloom. Charles had and understood all states 
of the heart; he created them dramatically in himself 
and others ; he was a second Russia, which harbors all cli- 


mates, from France even to Nova Zembla, and wherein, for 
that very reason, every one finds his own : he was every- 
thing to everybody, although for himself nothing. He 
could throw himself into any character, although for that 
very reason it sometimes took his fancy only to carry out 
the most convenient. The girths, belly-bands, cruppers, 
and saddle-straps of court, town, and city life, his Bu- 
cephalus had long since cleared; and if the Count was 
vexed every day at the lingual leading-string of the 
Lector, who pronounced everything correctly, — Kanaster 
instead of Knaster, Juften instead of Juchten, Fünfzig 
instead of Füfzig, and Barbieren (the r in which I my- 
self take to be a stupid barbarism), — Roquairol was a 
free-thinker, even to the degree of being a hectoring free- 
speaker; and spoke, according to an expression of his 
own, which was at the same time an example of the fact, 
" right out of his liver and jaw." He was annoyed that 
there should still cleave to the Count a certain epic dig- 
nity of speech acquired from books. They often thought 
over and cursed with one another the pitiful bald life 
which one would lead, who, like the Lector, should live as 
a well-bred citizen of extraction, have conduite and a nice 
dress, and a tolerable dapper knowledge of several de- 
partments, and for refreshment his table-wine, and taste 
for excellent masters in painting and other arts, and 
should advance to higher posts merely as stepping-stones 
to still higher, and yet, after all this, have to stretch him- 
self out, all frizzled and washed, in his coffin, in order 
that the gigantic body-world might, forsooth, hand over its 
Pestitz representative also to the sublime world of spir- 
its. No, said Albano, rather throw a dark mountain- 
chain of sorrows into the dead level of life, that one 
may, at least, have a prospect and something great. 



But Roquairol was not the man that he seemed to 
him ; — friendship has its deceptions as well as love ; — 
and often, when he had long looked upon this love-drunk- 
en, high-hearted youth, with his chaste maiden-cheeks and 
proud, manly brow, who reposed such a confidence upon 

( his wavering soul, and whose heart stood so wide open, 
and the holiness of whose fancy even he envied, then 
did the delusion of the noble one move him even to pain, 
and his heart struggled to break forth, and longed to say 
to him, with tears : Albano, I am not worthy of thee ! 
But in that case I lose him, he always added ; for he 
shunned the moral orthodoxy and decision of a man, who 
was not, like a maiden, to be provoked and repelled and 
won back again, all in sport. And yet the day came — 
the momentous day for both — when he did it. How 
could he ever have resisted Fancy, when he only resisted 
by and through Fancy? I do him half injustice: hear 
the better angel, who opens his mouth. 

Roquairol is a child and victim of the age. As the 

1 higher youth of our times are so early and richly over- 
hung with the roses of joy that, like the inhabitants of 
spice-islands, they lose their smell, and by and by put 
under their heads a Sybarite-pillow of roses, drink rose- 
sirup and bathe themselves in rose-oil,* until nothing 

I more is left them thereof for a stimulus except the thorns, 
so are most of them — and often the very same ones — 
stuffed full in the beginning, by their philanthropic teach- 
ers, with the fruits of knowledge, so that they come soon 
to desire only the honey-thick extracts, then the cider 
and perry thereof, until at last they ruin themselves with 
the brandy made of that. Now if, in addition to this, 
they have, like Roquairol, a fancy that makes their life 

* Ottar of Eose?. — Tk. 


a naphtha-soil, out of which every step draws fire, then 
does the flame, into which the sciences are thrown, and 
the consumption become still greater. For these burnt- 
out prodigals of life there is then no new pleasure and no 
new truth left, and they have no old one entire and fresh ; 
a dried-up future, full of arrogance, disgust with life, un- 
belief and contradiction, lies round about them. Only 
the wing of fancy still continues to quiver on their 

Poor Charles! Thou didst still more! Not merely 
truths, but feelings also, he anticipated. All grand sit- 
uations of humanity, all emotions to which Love and 
Friendship and Nature exalt the heart, all these he went 
through in poems earlier than in life, as play-actor and 
theatre-poet earlier than as man, earlier on the sunny side 
of fancy than on the stormy side of reality ; hence, when 
they at last appeared, living, in his breast, he could delib- 
erately seize them, govern them, kill them, and stuff them 
well for the refrigeratory of future remembrance. The 
unhappy love for Linda de Romeiro, which, at a later 
period, would perhaps have steeled him, opened thus 
early all the veins of his heart, and bathed it warmly in 
its own blood ; he plunged into good and bad dissipations 
and amours, and afterward represented on paper or on 
the stage everything that he repented or blessed; and 
every representation made him grow more and more hol- 
low, as abysses have been left in the sun by ejected 
worlds. His heart could not do without the holy sensi- 
bilities ; but they were simply a new luxury, a tonic, at 
best ; and precisely in proportion to their height did the 
road run down the more abruptly into the slough of the 
unholiest ones. As in the dramatic poet angelically 
pure and filthy scenes stand in conjunction and close sue- 



cession, so in his life; he foddered, as in Surinam, his 
hogs with pine-apples ; like the elder giants, he had soar- 
ing wings and creeping snakes'-feet.* 

Unfortunate is the female soul which loses its way, and 
is caught in one of these great webs stretched out in mid- 
heaven ; and happy is she, when she tears through them, 
unpoisoned, and merely soils her bees'-wings. But this 
all-powerful fancy, this streaming love, this softness and 
strength, this all-mastering coolness and collectedness, will 
overspread every female Psyche with webs, if she neg- 
' lects to brush away the first threads. that I could 
warn you, poor maidens, against such condors, which fly 
up with you in their claws ! The heaven of our days 
hangs full of these eagles. They love you not, though 
they think so ; because, like the blest in Mahomet's para- 
dise, instead of their lost arms of love, they have only 
wings of fancy. They are like great streams, warm only 
along the shore, and in the middle cold. 

Now enthusiast, now libertine in love, he ran through 
' the alternation between ether and slime more and more 
rapidly, till he mixed them both. His blossoms shot up 
on the varnished flower-staff of the Ideal, which, however, 
rotted, colorless, in the ground. Start with horror, but 
believe it, — he sometimes plunged on purpose into sins 
and torments, in order, down there, by the pangs of re- 
morse and humiliation, to cut into himself more deeply 
the oath of reformation ; somewhat as the physicians, 
Darwin and Sydenham, assert that strengthening reme- 

* The above description of Eoquairol reminds one of a German 
Sinnspruch on sensuality, from the Persian: — 

" Make his reason serve his passions, 
That is what man never should ; 
To the BeviVs kitchen, angels 
Never carry wood.'" 


dies (Peruvian bark, steel, opium) work more power- 
fully when weakening ones (bleeding, emetics, &c.) have 
been previously prescribed. 

External relations might, perhaps, have helped him 
somewhat, and the vow of poverty might have made the 
two other vows lighter for him ; had he been sold as a 
negro slave, his spirit would have been a free white, and 
a work-house would have been to him a purgatory. It 
was for this reason the early Christians always gave 
those who were possessed some occupation' or other, e. g. • 
sweeping out the churches,* &c. But the lazy life of an 
officer wrought upon him to make him only still more 
vain and bold. 

So stood matters in his breast, when he came to Al- 
bano's, — hunting like an epicure after love, but merely 
to play with it ; with an untrue heart, whose feeling was 
more lyric poetry, than real, sound being ; incapable of 
being true, nay, hardly capable of being false, because 
every truth assimilated to the poetic representation, and 
this again to that ; able much more easily on the stage 
and at the tragic writing-desk to hit the true language of 1 
passion than in life, as Boileau could only imitate dancers, 
but never a dance ; indifferent, contemptuous, and de- 
cided against the exhausted, worthless life, wherein all 
that is settled and indispensable — hearts and joys and 
truths — melted down and floated about ; with reckless 
energy, capable of daring and sacrificing anything which 1 
a man respects, because he respected nothing, and ever 
looking round after his iron patron-saint, Death ; faint- 
hearted in his resolutions, and even in his errors fluctu- 
ating, and yet devoid only of the tuning -hammer, and not 
of the tuning-fork, of the finest morality ; and, in the 
* Simon's Christian Antiquities. Mursinna, &c, p. 143. 

3 1 8 TITAN. 

midst of the roar of passion, standing in the bright light 
of reflection, as the victim of the hydrophobia knows his 
madness, and gives warning of it. 

Only one good angel had not flown with the rest, — 
Friendship. His so often blown-up and collapsed heart 
could hardly soar to love ; but friendship it had not yet 
squandered away. His sister he had hitherto loved as a 
friend, — so fraternally, so freely, so increasingly ! And 
now Albano, splendidly armed, had come to his embrace ! 

In the beginning he played with him, too, lyingly, as 
he had with himself at the masquerade and in Tartarus. 
He soon observed that the country youth saw him falsely, 
dazzled by his own rays, but he chose rather to verify 
the error than to correct it. Men — and he — are like 
the fountain of the sun near the Temple of Jupiter Am- 
nion, which in the morning only was cold ; at noon, luke- 
warm ; in the evening, warm ; and at midnight, hot : now 
he depended so much on the seasons of the day, -as the 
sound and vigorous Albano did so little, who accordingly 
imagined a great man was great all day, from the time 
of getting up to the time of lying down, as the heralds 
always represent the eagle with outspread wings, that 
he seldom went in the morning, but mostly in the even- 
ing, to Albano, when the whole girandole * of his facul- 
ties and feelings burned in the wine-spirit which he had 
previously poured upon it out of flasks. 

But do you know the medicine of example, the heal- 
ing power of admiration, and of that soul-strengthener, 
reverence ? " It is shameful of me," said Roquairol, 
" when he is so credulous and open and honest. No, 
I will deceive the whole world, only not his soul ! " 
Such natures would fain make good their devastation 
* Branch candlestick. — Tr. 


of humanity by being true to one. Humanity is a 
constellation, in which one star often describes half the 

From this hour forth, his resolution of the heartiest 
confession and atonement stood fixed ; and Alban, before 
whom life had not yet run down into a jelly of corruption, 
but was capable of being analyzed as a sound and well- 
defined organism, and who did not, like Charles, complain 
that nothing would take right hold of him, but everything 
played round him like air, — he it was who was to bring 
back youth to his sick wishes, and with the help of the 
pure youth's unwavering perceptions and the danger of 
losing his friendship, Roquairol proposed forcing himself 
to keep with him the word of fruit-bearing repentance, 
which to himself he had too often broken. 

Let us follow him into the day, when he tells every- 

54. CYCLE. 

ONCE Albano came early in the forenoon to the 
Captain, when the latter was usually, according 
to his own expression, " a fag-end of a yesterday's 
candle stuck on thorns " ; but to-day he stood working 
away blusteringly at the piano-forte and writing-desk 
by turns ; and, like a dried-up infusorial animal, was 
already, even at this early hour, the same old, busy 
creature, because wine enough had been poured upon 
him, that is to say, a good deal. Full of rapture, he ran 
to meet the welcome friend. Albano brought him from 
Falterle the childish leaves of love — for the Master of 
Exercises had not had the heart to throw them into the 
fire — which he had written from Blumenbühl to the 
unknown heart. Charles would have been moved on the 

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subject almost to tears, had he not already been so before 
the arrival. The Count had to stay there all day, and 
neglect everything ; it was his first day of irregularity ; it 
was comic to see how the otherwise unfettered youth, sub- 
servient, however, to a long habit of daily exertions, 
struggled against the short calm, in which he should sail 
no ship, as against a sin. 

Meanwhile, it was heavenly ; the low-lying day of 
childhood, which once clothed him with wings, when the 
house was full of guests, and he, wherever he wanted to 
be, came up again above the horizon ; the conversation 
played and made gifts with everything which exalts and 
enriches us ; all his faculties were unchained and in 
ecstatic dance. Men of genius have as many festal 
days as others do working days, and hence it is that 
they can hardly endure a trivial and commonplace* 
intercalary-day, and especially on such days of youth ! 
When Charles conjured before him tragic storm-clouds 
from Shakespeare, Goethe, Klinger, Schiller, and life saw 
itself colossally represented in the poetic magnifying- 
mirror, then did all the sleeping giants of his inner 
world rise up ; his father came and his future, even 
his friend stood forth there as in new relief, out of 
that shining, fantastic time of childhood, when he had 
dreamed of him beforehand in these characters ; and in 
the internal procession of heroes, even the cloud that 
floated through the heavens and the guard-troop march- 
ing away across the market were incorporated. His 
friend appeared to him far greater than he was, because, 
like all youths, he still believed of actors and poets, 
that, like miners, they always received into their bodies 

* Schlendrians, — of a slow fellow, — corresponding to our old fogy. 
— Tr. 



the metals in which they labored. How often they both 
said, in .that favorite metaphor of the young man, " Life is 
a dream," and only became thereby more glad and wide- 
awake ! The old man says it differently. And the dark 
gate of death, to which Charles so loved to lead the way, 
became before the youth's eye a glass door, behind which 
lay the bright, golden age of the belated heart in im- 
measurable meadows. 

Maidens, I own, — as their conversations are more 
fragmentary, matter-of-fact, and less intoxicating, — in- 
stead of such an Eden-park, go for a spruce Dutch gar- 
den, well trimmed with crab's-shears and lady-scissors, 
which is furnished them every day in the afternoon by the 
black hour, which serves up to them on the coffee- or 
tea-table, the small black-board * of some evil reports, a 
couple of new shawls sitting by, a well-bred man who 
passes by with a will or marriage certificate, and finally 
the hope of the domestic report. Come back to our 
young men ! 

Towards evening the Captain received a red billet. 
" Very well ! " said he to the woman who brought it, and 
nodded. " You '11 get nothing out of that, madam," said he, 
turning toward Albano. "Brother, guard only against 
married women. Just snap once, for a joke, at one of 
their red beauty-patches ; instantly they dart their fish- 
hooks into your nape.f Seven of these hooks, such as 
you see here, have made a lodgement in mine alone." 
The innocent child Albano! He took it for something 
morally great to assert at once the friendship of seven 
married ladies, and would gladly have been in Charles's 
case ; he could not see the mischief of it, — that these 

* Or Black-book. — Tr. 

f Allusion to the mode of angling for frogs with a bit of red cloth. 

14* u 

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female friends, like the Romans, love to clip the wings of 
victory (namely, of ourselves), so that the Divinity may 
not fly any farther. 

On a fine day, nothing is so fine as its sunset. The 
Count proposed to ride out into the evening twilight, and 
on the hill to look at the sun. They trotted through the 
streets ; Charles pulled off his great cocked-up hat, now 
before a fine nose, now before a great pair of eyes, now 
before transparent forelocks. They flew into the Linden 
avenue, which was festally decked with a motley wain- 
scoting of female street-sitters.* A tall woman, with pier- 
cing, fiery eyes, in a red shawl and yellow dress, strode 
through the female flower-bed, towering like the flower- 
goddess : it was the authoress of the red note ; she was, 
however, more attentive to the beautiful Count than to her 
friend. On all walls and trees bloomed the rose-espalier 
of the evening redness. They blustered up the white 
road toward Blumenbühl ; on both sides the gold-green 
sea of spring heaved its living waves ; a feathered world 
went rowing about therein, and the birds dove down 
deep among the flowers; behind the friends blazed the 
sun, and before them lay the heights of Blumenbühl, 
all rosy-red. Having reached the eminence, they turned 
their horses toward the sun, which reposed behind the 
cupolas and smoke-columns of the proudly burning city, 
in distant, bright gardens. In wondrous nearness lay the 
illuminated earth round about them, and Albano could see 
the white statues on Liana's roof blush like life under the 
blooming clouds. He drove his horse close to his com- 
panion's, to lay his hand on Charles's shoulder ; and thus 
they beheld in silence how the lovely sun laid down his 
golden cloud-crown, and, with the fluttering foliage-breath 

* Spazier-sitzerinnen, — not gängerinnen, i. e. street- walkers. — Tk. 


around his hot brow, descended into the sea. And when 
it grew dusky on the earth, and a glow lighted up the 
heavens, and Albano leaned across and drew his friend 
over to his burning heart, then rose the evening-chime 
in Blumenbühl. " And down below there," said Charles, 
with soft voice, and turned thither, " lies thy peaceful 
Blumenbühl, like a still churchyard of thy childhood's 
days. How happy are children, Albano, — ah, how hap- 
py are children ! " " Are not we so ? " answered he, with 
tears of joy. " Charles, how often have I stood on high 
places, in evenings like this, and fervently stretched out 
my childish hands after thee and after the world. Now 
indeed I have it all. Truly, thou art not right." But he, 
sick with the murmur and ringing-in-his-ears of long past 
times, remained deaf to the word, and said, " Only our 
cradle-songs, only those cradle-songs, sounding back on 
the memory, soothe the soul to slumber, when it has wept 
itself hot." 

More silently and slowly they rode back. Albano bore 
a new world of love and bliss in his bosom; and the 
youth, — not yet a debtor to the past, but a guest of the 
present, — sweetly unbent by the long Jubilee of the day, 
sank into clear-obscure dreams, like a towering bird of 
prey hanging silent on pinions open with ecstasy. 

" We will stay all night at Ratto's," said Charles, when 
they reached the city. 

55. CYCLE. 

THEY alighted down in Ratto's Italian Cellar. The 
house seemed to the Count at first, after the con- 
templation of broad nature, like a fragment of rock rolled 
upon it, — although every story, indeed, groans under 



architectural burdens, — but the heavy feeling of subter- 
ranean confinement * soon forgot itself, and singular was 
the sound that came down into the Italian vault of the 
rattling of carriages overhead. The Captain bespoke a 
punch royal. If he goes on so in his good fire-regula- 
tion, and always has a full cask at home as extinguishing- 
apparatus, and his hose-pipes well proved, then my book 
cannot be touched by the objection, that, as in Grandison, 
too much tea is consumed ; more likely is it that too 
much strong drink will be absorbed. 

Schoppe was sitting in the Italian souterrain. He 
loved not the Captain, because his inexorable eye spied 
out in him two faults which to him were heartily intolera- 
ble, " the chronic ulcer of vanity and an unholy guzzling 
and gormandizing upon feelings." Charles paid him 
back his dislike ; the hottest waves of his enthusiasm 
immediately bristled up in ice-peaks before the Titular 
Librarian's face. Only not to-day ! He drank so amply 
of king's-punch, — whereof a couple of glasses might 
Have burnt through all the heads of Briareus or of the 
Lernean serpent, — that he then said everything, even 
pious things. "By heavens!" said he, healing himself 
in this Bethesda-pool by — drawing from it, " since it is 
all fiddle-faddle about this growing better, one should ob- 
fuscate himself f now and then, in order that the baited 
spirit may once, at least, go free from its wounds and 
sins." " From sins ?•-*' said Schoppe ; " lice and tape- 
worms of the better sort will by all means emigrate from 
my territory, when I grow cold ; but the worst of them 
my inner man will certainly carry up with it. By the 

* Zwinger means, originally, the narrow space between town-walls 
and town. — Tr. 

\ Litertilly, press something before his brow. — Tr. 


hangman ! who tells you, then, that this whole church- 
yard of poor sinners here below shall at once march home 
as an invisible church full of martyrs and Socrateses, 
and every Bedlam come out a high-light lodge ? I was 
thinking to-day of the next world, when I saw a woman 
in the market with five little pigs, every one of which 
she would fain drive before her with a string tied to its 
leg, but which shot off from her and from each other like 
wisps of electric light ; now, said I, we, with our few fac- 
ulties and wishes, which this cultivating age sets out in 
quintuplo, fare already as pitifully as the woman with her 
drove ; but when we get ten or more new farrows by the 
rope, as the second world, like an America, must surely 
bring new objects and wishes, how will the Ephorus* 
manage his office there? I prepare myself to expect 
there greater indescribable distresses, feudal crimes and 
oppositions." But Roquairol was in his red blaze ; he 
exalted himself far above Schoppe and above himself, 
and denied immortality plumply, by way of parodying 
Schoppe. "An individual man," said he, "could hardly, on 
his own account alone, believe in immortality ; but when 
he sees the masses, he has pity, and holds it worth the 
while, and believes the second world is a monte testaceo 
of human potsherds. Man cannot come nearer to God 
and the Devil hereafter than he does already here ; like 
a tavern-sign, his reverse is painted just like his obverse. 
But we need the fictitious future for a present ; when we 
hover ever so still above our slime, we yet are continu- 
ally flapping, like carps lying still, with poetic fins and 
wings. Hence we must needs dress up the future para- 
dise so gloriously that only gods shall fit into it, but, just 
as in princes' gardens, no dogs. Mere trumpery ! We 
* Overseer, a Lacedaemonian officer. — Tr. 



cut out for ourselves glorified bodies, which resemble sol- 
diers'-coats ; pockets and buttonholes are wanting ; what* 
pleasure can they hold, then?" Albano looked upon 
him with amazement. " Knowest thou, Albano, what 
I mean ? Just the opposite." So easy is everything for 
fancy, even freaks of humor. 

At this moment he was called out. He came back 
with a red billet-doux. He put on his cravat, — he had 
been sitting there a la Hamlet, — and said to Albano he 
would fly back in an hour. At the threshold he paused, 
still thinking whether he should go, then ran swiftly up 
the steps. 

In Albano the cup of joy, into which the whole day 
had been pouring, overflowed with the sparkling foam 
of a waggish humor. By heaven! drollery became him 
as charmingly as an emotion, and he often walked round 
for a long time without speaking, with a roguish smile, as 
slumbering children smile, when, as the saying is, angels 
are playing with them. 

Roquairol came back with strangely excited eyes ; he 
had stormed wildly into his heart ; he had been wicked, 
for the sake of despairing, and then, on his knees, at the 
bottom of the precipice, confessing to his friend the nature 
of his life. This man, so wilful, lay involuntarily bound to 
the windmill wings of his fancy, and was now fettered 
by a calm, now whirled round by the storm, which he im- 
agined himself cutting through. He was now, after the 
analogy of the fire-eaters, a fire-drinker, in the uneasy 
expectation of Schoppe's departure. The latter depart- 
ed at last, despite Albano's entreaty, with the answer: 
" Redeem the time, says the Apostle ; but that means, 
Prolong your life all you can: that is time. To this 
end the best shops of the tunes, the apothecaries', re- 


quire that a man, after punch royal, shall go to bed and 
sweat immoderately." 

Now how changed was all! When Zesara joyfully- 
fell on his neck, — when the delirium of youth grew to 
the melodies of love, as the rain in Derbyshire-hollow at 
a distance becomes harmonies, — when from the Count's 
hps flowed sweetly, as one bleeds in his sleep, his whole 
inner being, his whole past life, and all his plans of the 
future, even the proudest (only not the tenderest one), — 
and when, like Adam in the state of innocence (according 
to Madame Bourignon), he placed himself in such crystal 
transparency before his friend's eye, not from weakness, 
but from old instinct, and in the faith that such his friend 
must be, — then did tears of the most loving admiration 
come into the eyes of the unhappy Roquairol at the un- 
varnished purity, and at the energetic, credulous, unso- 
phisticated nature, and at the almost smile-provoking 
naive and lofty earnestness of the red-cheeked youth. 
He sobbed upon that joy-drunken bosom, and Albano 
grew tender, because he thought he was too little so, 
and his friend so very much in that mood. 

" Come out o' doors, — out 0' doors ! " said Charles ; 
and that had long been Albano's wish. It struck one, as 
they saw, on the narrow cellar-stairs, the stars of the 
spring heaven overhead glistening down through the en- 
trance of the shaft. How freshly flowed the inhaled 
night over the hot lips ! How firmly stood the world- 
rotunda, built with its fixed rows of stars high and far 
away over the flying tent-streets of the city ! How was 
the fiery eye of Albano refreshed and expanded by the 
giant masses of the glimmering spring, and the sight 
of day slumbering under the transparent mantle of night ! 
Zephyrs, the butterflies of day, fluttered already about 

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their dear flowers, and sucked from the blossoms, and 
brought in incense for the morning ; a sleep-drunken 
lark soared occasionally into the still heavens with a loud 
day in her throat; over the dark meadows and bushes 
the dew had already been sprinkled, whose jewel-sea was 
to burn before the sun ; and in the north floated the 
purple pennons of Aurora, as she sailed toward morning. 
With an exalting power the thought seized the youth, 
that this very minute was measuring millions of little and 
long lives, and the walk of the sap-caterpillar and the 
flight of the sun, and that this very same time was being 
lived through by the worm and God, from worlds to 
worlds, through the universe. " O God ! " he exclaimed, 
" how glorious it is to exist ! " 

Charles merely clung, with the drooping, heavy feath- 
ers of the night-bird, to the cheerful constellations around 
him. " Happy for thee," said he, " that thou canst be 
thus, and that the sphinx in thy bosom still sleeps. Thou 
knowest not what I am about to do. I knew a wretch 
who could portray her right well. In the cavern of man's 
breast, said he, lies a monster on its four claws, with 
upturned Madonna's face, and looks round smiling, for a 
time, and so does man too. Suddenly it springs up, 
buries its claws into the breast, rends it with lion's-tail and 
hard wings, and roots and rushes and roars, and every- 
where blood runs down the torn cavern of the breast All 
at once it stretches itself out again, bloody, and smiles 
away again with the fair Madonna's face. O, he looked 
all bloodless, the wretch ! because the beast so fed upon 
him and thirstily lapped at his heart." 

" Horrible ! " said Albano ; " and yet I do not quite un- 
derstand thee." The moon at this moment lifted her- 
self up, together with a flock of clouds that lay darkly 


camped along her sides, and she drew a storm-wind after 
her, which drove them among the stars. Charles went 
on more wildly : " In the beginning, the wretch found it 
as yet good: he had as yet sound pains and pleasures, 
real sins and virtues ; but as the monster smiled and tore 
faster and faster, and he continued to alternate more and 
more rapidly between pleasure and pain, good and evil ; 
and when blasphemies and obscene images crept into his 
prayers, and he could neither convert nor harden himself; 
then did he lie there, in a dreary exhaustion of bleeding, 
in the tepid, gray, dry mist-banks of life, and thus was 
dying all the time he lived. — Why weepest thou? 
Knowest thou that wretch?" "No," said Albano, mildly. 
" I am he ! " " Thou ? Terrible God, not thou ! " " O, it 
is I ; and though thou despisest me, thou wilt be what I 
. . . No, my innocent one, I say it not. See, even now 
the sphinx rises again. O pray with me, help me, that I 
may not be obliged to sin, — only not be obliged ! I must 
drink, I must debauch, I must be a hypocrite, — I am a 
hypocrite at this moment." Zesara saw the rigid eye, 
the pale, shattered face, and, in a rage of love, shook 
him with both arms, and stammered, with deep emotion, 
" By the Almighty ! this is not true ! thou art indeed so 
tender and pale and unhappy and innocent." 

" Eosy-cheek," said Charles, " I seem to thee pure and 
bright as yonder orb; but she too, like me, casts a long 
shadow up toward heaven." Zesara let go of him, took a 
long look toward the sublime, dark Tartarus, encompass- 
ing Elysium like a funeral train, and pressed away bitter 
tears, which flowed at the remembrance how he had 
found therein his first friend, who was now melting away 
at his side. Just then the night-wind tore up a fir-tree 
which had been killed by the wood-caterpillar, and Al- 


bano pointed silently to the crashing tree. Charles 
shrieked : " Yes, that is I ! " " Ah, Charles, have I then 
lost thee to-day ? " said the guiltless friend, with infinite 
pain ; and the fair stars of spring fell like hissing sparks 
into his wounds. 

This word dissolved Charles's overstrained heart into 
good, true tears ; a holy spirit came over him, and bade 
him not torment the pure soul with his own, not take 
away its faith, but silently sacrifice to it his wild self, 
and every selfish thought. Softly he laid himself on his 
friend's bosom, and with magical, low words, and full of 
humility, and without fiery images, told him his whole 
heart; and that it was not wicked, but only unhappy and 
weak, and that he ought to have been as heartily sincere 
towards him, who thought too well of him, as towards 
God ; and that he swore, by the hour of death, to be such 
as he, — to confess to him everything, always, — to become 
holy through him. "Ah, I have only been loved so very 
little ! " he concluded. And Albano, the love-intoxicated, 
glowing man, the good man, who knew by his own ex- 
perience the sacred excesses and exaggerations of re- 
morse, and took these confessions to be such, came back, 
inspired, to the old covenant with unmeasured love. 
" Thou art an ardent man ! " said Charles ; " why do men, 
then, always lie frozen together on each other's breasts, as 
on Mount Bernard,* with rigid eye, with stiffened arms ? 
O why earnest thou to me so late ? I had been another 
creature. Why came she f so early ? In the village down 
below there, at the narrow, lowly church-door, — there I 
first saw her through whom my life became a mummy. 

* Strangers who are frozen are placed by the monks, unburied, be- 
side each other, each leaning on the next one's breast, 
t Linda de Romeiro. 


Verily, I am speaking now with composure. They car- 
ried along before me, as I went out to walk, a corpse-like 
white youth on a bier into Tartarus : it was only a statue, 
but it was the emblem of my future. An evil genius 
said to me, 1 Love the fair one whom I show thee.' She 
stood at the church-door, surrounded by people of the 
congregation, who wondered at the boldness with which 
she took up, in her two hands, a silver-gray, tongue-dart- 
ing snake, and dandled it. Like a daring goddess, she bent 
her firm, smooth brow, her dark eye, and the rose-blos- 
soms of her countenance upon the adder's head, which 
Nature had trodden flat, and played with it close to her 
breast. 4 Cleopatra ! ' said I, although a boy. She, too, 
even then, understood it, looked up calmly and coldly 
from the snake, and gave it back, and turned round. O, 
on my young breast she flung the chilling, life-gnawing 
viper. But, truly, it is now all gone by, and I speak 
calmly. Only in the hours, Albano, when my bloody 
clothes of that night, which my sister has laid up, come 
before my eyes, then I suffer once more, and ask, ' Poor, 
well-meaning boy ! wherefore didst thou then grow 
older ? ' But, as I said, it is all over now. To thee, only 
to thee, may a better genius say, ' Love the fair one 
whom I show thee ! ' " 

But what a world of thoughts now flew at once into 
Albano's mind ! " He continues to torment himself," 
thought he, "with the old jealousy about Romeiro. I 
will open heart to heart, and tell the good brother that it 
is indeed his sister I love, and that eternally." His 
cheeks glowed, his heart flamed, he stood, priest-like, 
before the altar of friendship, with the fairest offering, 
sincerity. " O Charles," said he, " now, perhaps, she 
might be otherwise disposed towards thee. My father is 



travelling with her, and thou wilt see her." He took his 
hand, and went with him more quickly up to a dark group 
of trees, to unfold, in the shadow, his tenderly blushing 
soul. " Take my most precious secret," he began, " but 
speak not of it, — not even with me. Dost thou not guess 
it, my first brother? The soul that I have loved, as 
long as I have loved thee ? " — softly, very softly he 
added, — " thy sister ? " and sank on his lips to kiss 
away the first sounds. 

But Charles, in the tumult of rapture and of love, like 
an earth at the up-coming of Spring, could not contain 
himself ; he pressed him to himself ; he let him go ; he 
embraced him again ; he wept for bliss ; he shut to Al- 
bano's eyes, and said, as if he had found his sister anew, 
" Brother ! " In vain did Albano seek to stifle, with his 
hand, every other syllable on his lips. He began to paint 
to the excited youth — who, amid the secluded and poetic 
book-world, had acquired a higher tenderness than the 
actual intercourse of society teaches — the portrait of 
Liana ; how she did and suffered ; how she watched and 
pleaded for him, and even impoverished herself to wipe 
out his debts ; how she never severely blamed, but only 
mildly entreated him, and all that, not from artificial pa- 
tience, but from genuine, ardent love ; and how this, after 
all, made up hardly the accessories of her picture. In 
this purer inspiration than the foregoing evening had 
granted him, what crowned his bliss was, that he could 
love his sister, among all beings, the most intensely and 
the most disinterestedly, and with a love the most free 
from poetic luxury and caprice. Really strengthened by 
the feeling that he could, for once, exult with a pure and 
holy affection, he lifted once more in freedom his disen- 
gaged hands, hitherto, like Milo's, jammed and caught in 


the tree of happiness and life, which he would fain have 
torn open ; he breathed fresh, living air and courage, 
and the plan of his inner perfection was now gracefully 
rounded by new good fortune and a consciousness full of 
fair objects. 

The moon stood high in heaven, the clouds had been 
driven away, and never did the morning-star rise brighter 
on two human beings. 


Embroidery. — Anglaise. — Cereus Serpens. — Musical Fan- 

56. CYCLE. 

OYFULLY did Roquairol, on the first evening 
when he knew his father had gone a journey, 
bear to his friend the invitation to go with 
him to his mother. Albano blushed charm- 
ingly for the first time, at the thought of that fiery night 
which had wrung from him the oldest mystery ; for hith- 
erto neither of them, in the common hours of life, had re- 
touched the sacred subject. Only the Captain could easily 
and willingly speak of Linda as well as of every other 

Liana always beheld her brother — the creator and 
ruling spirit of her softest hours — with the heartiest joy, 
although he generally wanted to get something when he 
came ; for joy she flew to meet him, with the book in her 
hand which she had been reading as her mother em- 
broidered. She and her mother had spent the whole day 
pleasantly and alone, alternately relieving each other at 
embroidering and reading ; as often as the Minister trav- 
elled, they were at once free from discord and from the 
visiting Charivari. With what emotion did Albano recog- 
nize the eastern chamber, from which he had seen, for 



the first time, the dear maiden, only as a blind one, stand- 
ing in the distance between watery columns ! The good 
Liana received him more unconstrainedly than he could 
meet her, after Charles's initiation into his wishes. What 
a paradisiacal mingling of unlooked-for shyness and over- 
flowing friendliness, stillness and fire, of bashfulness and 
grace of movement, of playful kindness, of silent con- 
sciousness ! Therefore belongs to her the magnificent 
surname of Virgil, the maidenly. In our days of female 
Jordan-almonds, academical, strong-minded women, of 
hop-dances and double-quick-march steps in the flat-shoe, 
the Virgilian title is not often called for. Only for ten 
years (reckoning from the fourteenth) can I give it to a 
maiden ; afterward she becomes more manneristic. Such 
a graceful being is usually at once thirteen and seven- 
teen years old. 

Why wast thou so bewitchingly unembarrassed, tender 
Liana ! excepting because thou, like the Bourignon, didst 
not once know what was to be avoided, and because thy 
holy guilelessness excluded the suspicious spying out of 
remote designs, the bending of the ear toward the ground 
to listen for an approaching foe, and all coquettish mani- 
festoes and warlike preparations ? Men were as yet to 
thee commanding fathers and brothers ; and therefore 
didst thou lift upon them, not yet proudly, but so affec- 
tionately, that true pair of eyes ! 

And with this good-natured look, and with her smile, — 
whose continuance is often, on men's faces, but not on 
maidens', the title-vignette of falsehood, — she received 
our noble youth, but not him alone. 

She seated herself at the embroidery -frame ; and the 
mother soon launched the Count out into the cool, high 
sea of general conversation, into which only occasionally 



the son threw up a green, warm island. Alban looked 
on to see how Liana made her mosaic flower-pieces 
grow ; how the little white hand lay on the black satin 
ground (Froulay's thorax is to wear the flowers on his 
birthday), and how her pure brow, over which the curly 
hair transparently waved, bent forward, and how her 
face, when she spoke, or when she looked after new col- 
ors of silk, lifted itself up, animated with the higher glow 
of industry in the eye and on the cheek. Charles some- 
times hastily stretched out his hand towards her. She 
willingly reached hers across ; he laid it between his two, 
and turned it over, looked into the palm, pressed it with 
both hands, and the brother and sister smiled upon each 
other affectionately. And each time Albano turned from 
his conversation with the mother, and true-heartedly 
smiled with them. But poor hero ! It is of itself a Her- 
culean labor to sit idly by where fine work is going 
on, such as embroidery, miniature painting, &c. ; but 
above all, with a spirit like thine, which has so many 
sails, together with a couple of storms in behind, to lie 
inactively at anchor beside the embroidery-frame, and 
not to be, say, a spinning Hercules (that were easy), but 
only one that sees spinning, — and that, too, in the pres- 
ence of a great spring and sunset out of doors, — and, in 
addition to all this, in the company of a mother, so chary 
of her words (in fact, before any mother, it is of itself 
an impossibility to introduce an edifying conversation 
with the daughter), — these are sore things. 

He looked down sharply at the embroidered Flora. 
" Nothing pains me so much," said he, — for he always phi- 
losophized, and everything useless on the earth troubled 
him grievously, — " as that so many thousand artificial 
ornaments should be created in vain in the world, without 


a single eye ever meeting and enjoying them. It will 
touch me very nearly if this green leaflet here is not 
especially observed." With the same sorrow over fruitless, 
unenjoyed plantings of labor, he often shut his eyes upon 
wall-paper foliage, upon worked flowers, upon architec- 
tural decorations. Liana might have taken it as a paint- 
er's censure of the overladen stitch-garden, which, merely 
out of love for her father, she was sowing so full, — for 
Froulay, born in the days when they still trimmed the , 
gold-lace with clothes, rather than the reverse, was fond 
of buttoning a little silk herbary round his body, — but 
she only smiled, and said, " Well, the little leaf has surely 
escaped that evil destiny : it is observed." 

" What matters a thing's being forgotten and useless ? " 
said Roquairol, taking up the word, full of indifference 
to the Lector, who was just entering, and full of indiffer- 
ence to the opinion of his mother, to whom, as well as to 
his father, only the entreaties of his sister sometimes 
made him submissive. " Enough that a thing is. The 
birds sing and the stars move in majesty over the wilder- 
nesses, and no man sees the splendor. In fact, every- 
where, in and out of man, more passes unseen than seen. 
Nature draws out of endless seas, and without exhausting 
them ; we, too, are a nature, and should draw and pour 
out, and not be always anxiously reckoning upon the 
profit, for watering purposes, of every transient shower 
and rainbow. Just keep on embroidering, sister!" he 
concluded, ironically. 

"The Princess comes to-day!" said the Lector, and, 
delighted with the prospect, Liana kissed her mother's 
hand. She looked up often and confidentially from her 
embroidery at the courtier, who seemed to be very inti- 
mate, but who, as a refined man, was full as much 
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respected and as respectful as if he were there for the 
first time. 

The announcement of the Princess set the Captain into 
a charming state of easy good-humor ; a female part was 
to him as necessary for society as to the French for an 
opera, and the presence of a lady helped him as much in 
teaching, as the absence of a button did Kant.* By 
way of drawing his sister off from the flowers, he re- 
moved the red veil from a statue on the card-table, and 
threw it, like a little red dawn, over the lilies on the face 
of the embroideress ; just then the door opened and 
Julienne entered. Liana, trying to remove the veil, in 
her haste to welcome her, entangled herself in the little 
red dawn. Albano mechanically reached out to her his 
hand to relieve her of the veil, and she gave it to him, 
and a dear, full look besides. O how his enraptured eye 
shone ! 

Julienne brought with her a train ofjeux d 1 esprit. The 
Captain, who, like a pyrotechnist, could give his fire all 
forms and colors, reinforced her with his ; and his sister 
sowed, as it were, the flowers with which the zephyrettes 
of raillery could play. Julienne almost said no to yes, 
and yes to no ; only toward the Minister's lady was she 
serious and submissive, — a sign that, on her arena of dis- 
putation, among the grains of sand particles of golden sand 
still lay, whereas for philosophers the arena is the prize 
and the ground, — at once the battle-field, the Champ de 
Mars, and the Champs Elysees. Upon the Count she 
fixed her passionate gaze as boldly as only princesses may 
venture to and love to ; and when he returned the glance 

* He is said, in teaching, to have always looked at the spot on a 
student's coat where the button was gone; and was embarrassed when 
it was sewed on again. 


of her brown eye, she cast it down ; but she remembered 
him, from her old visit in Blumenbühl, and inquired after 
his friends. He now entered with pleasure upon some- 
thing that was as ardent as his own soul, — encomiums. 
It is against the finest politeness to praise or blame per- 
sons with warmth, — things one may. While he portrayed 
with grateful remembrance his sister Rabette, Julienne 
became so earnestly and deeply absorbed in his eye, that 
she started, and asked the Lector about the steps of the 
Anglaise which he had led at the masquerade. When he 
had done his best to give an idea of it, she said she had 
not understood a word of what he had been saying ; one 
must, after all, execute it. 

And herewith I suddenly introduce my fair readers in 
a body to a domestic ball of two couples. See the two 
sisters-in-soul, side by side, like two wings on one dove, 
harmoniously flutter up and down. Albano had expected 
Julienne would form a contrast, by nimble and sprightly 
fluttering, to the still, hovering movement of her friend ; 
but both undulated lightly, like waves, by and through 
each other, and there was not a motion too much nor too 

Hence I have so often wished that maidens might 
always dance exactly like the Graces and the Hours, — 
that is to say, only with one another, not with us gentle- 
men. The present union of the female wave-line with 
the masculine swallow-like zigzag, as well in dress as in 
motion, does not remarkably beautify the dance. 

Liana assumed a new ethereal form, somewhat as an 
angel while flying back into heaven lays aside his grace- 
ful earthly one. The dancing-floor is to woman's beauty 
what the horse's back is to ours ; on both the mutual en- 
chantment unfolds itself, and only a rider can match a 


dancing maitlen. Fortunate Albano! thou who hardly 
dar'st take the finger-points of Liana's offered hand in 
thine ! thou gettest enough. And only look at this friendly 
maiden, whose eyes and lips Charis so smilingly bright- 
ens for the dance, and who yet, on the other hand, ap- 
pears so touchingly, because she is a little pale ! How 
different from those capricious or inflexible step-sisters, 
who, with half a Cato of Utica on the wrinkled or 
tightly stretched face, hop, fall back, and slip round. 
Julienne flies joyfully to and fro; and it is hard to say 
before whose eyes she loves to flutter best, Liana's or 

When it was done, Julienne wanted to begin over 
again. Liana looked at her mother, and immediately 
begged her friend rather for a cooling off. A mere pre- 
text ! A female friend loves to be alone with a female 
friend ; the two loved each other before people only with 
a veil upon their hearts, and longed for the dark arbor 
where it might fall off. Liana had a real loving impa- 
tience, till she could, with her duplicate-soul, her twin- 
heart, snatch moments free from witnesses in the garden 
of evening and May. They came back changed and full 
of tender seriousness. The lovely beings were perhaps 
as like each other in their innermost souls and in stillness 
as in the dance, and more so than they seemed. 

And thus passed with our youth a fair-starred even- 
ing ! Pardon him, however, that he grasped and pressed 
this nosegay so close as to feel some of the thorns. His 
heart, whose love grew painfully near another, could 
not help finding this other, where there was no sign of 
response, at once higher and farther off. Her love was 
love of man, — her smile was meant for every kind eye, 
— she was so cheerful. In Lilar she easily passed into 


emotion and general contemplations; not so here, — of 
course she would look right sympathetically upon her 
wildly loving brother, who, since that confession-night, 
had twined himself as if with oak-roots around the dar- 
ling ; but her half-blind love for the brother might indeed 
be only, in the deceiving light of reflection, shining upon 
his friend. All this the modest one said to himself. But 
what he had enjoyed in full measure of ecstasy was the 
increasing, clear, tender, steadfast love of his soul's- 

57. CYCLE. 

AS to Liana's secret inclination and Zesara's pros- 
pects I shall never once institute any conjectures, 
although I might erase them again before printing. I 
remember what came of it, when I and others, on a for- 
mer occasion, covered over with our hands Hafenreffer's 
official reports upon matters of consequence, and under- 
took to unfold at length, by pure fancy, how things might 
have gone on ; — it was of no use ! And naturally 
enough ; for women and Spanish houses have, to begin 
with, many doors and few windows, and it is easier to get 5 
into their hearts than to look into them. Particularly 
maidens', I mean ; since women, physiognomically and 
morally, are more strongly marked and boldly developed, 
I would rather undertake to guess at and so portray ten 
mothers than two daughters. The bodily portrait-paint- 
ers make the same complaint. 

Whoever observes the influence of night, will find 
that the doubts and anxieties which he had contracted the 
evening previous about the heroine of his life it has, for 
the most part, completely killed by the time it gets to be 
towards morning. Albano, in the spring morning, opened 

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his eyes upon life as in a triumphal car, and the fresh 
steeds stamped before it, and he could only let them have 
the reins. 

He alighted with his friend at Liana's after a few years, 
that is, days; the Minister had not yet come back. 
Heavens ! how new and bloomingly young was her form, 
and yet how unchanged her demeanor! Why is it, 
thought he, that I can get only her motions, not all her 
features, by heart? Why can I not imprint this face, 
even to the least smile, like a holy antique, cleanly and 
deeply upon my brain, that so it may float before me in 
eternal presence ? For this reason, my dear : young and 
beautiful forms are the very ones which are hard for the 
memory as for the pencil ; and coarse, old, masculine ones 
easier for both. Again he filled himself with joys and 
sighs by looking at her, — and these were increased by 
the nearness of the garden, wherein June with his even- 
ing splendor lay encamped. O, if only one moment 
could come to him, in which his whole soul might speak 
its inspiration ! Out of doors there lay the young, fiery 
spring, basking, like an Antinoiis, in the garden, and the 
moon, impatient for the fair June-night, stood already un- 
der the gate of the east, and found the living day and 
the lingering sun still in the field. But the mother re- 
fused to the asking look of Liana the sight of sunset, — 
" on account of the unwholesome Serein" * Albano, 
with his heart full of manly blood, thought this maternal 
barrier around a child's health very small. 

The hour for shutting gates upon to-day's Eden would 
have struck for him the next minute, had it not been for 
the Captain and the Cereus serpens. 

* An evening vapor, which people in southern countries shun so 



The Captain came running down from the Italian roof, 
and announced that the Cereus would bloom this evening 
at ten o'clock, the gardener said, and he should stay there. 
" And thou too," he said to Albano. All that the double 
limitations of forbearing tenderness toward sister and 
friend would allow he lovingly set at stake, for the sake 
of pleasing the latter. Liana herself begged him to wait 
for the blooming ; she was so delighted to find it was so 
near ! Her soul hung upon flowers, like bees and dew. 
Already had her friend, the pious Spener, who fixed an 
enraptured eye upon these living arabesques of God's 
throne, made her a friend to these mute, ever-sleeping 
children of the Infinite ; but still more had her own maid- 
enly and her suffering heart done it. Have you never 
met tender, female souls, into whose blossoming time fate 
had thrown cold clouds, and who now, like Rousseau, 
sought other flowers than those of joy, and who wearied 
themselves with stooping, in valleys and on rocks, to 
gather and to forget, and to fly from the dead Pomona to 
the young Flora ? The thorough-bass and Latin, where- 
with Hermes proposes to divert maidens, must yield here 
to the broad, variegated hieroglyphics of Nature, the rich 
study of Botany. 

A nameless tenderness for Liana came into Albano's 
soul at the little four-seated supper-table ; it seemed to 
him as if he were now nearer to her, and a relative ; and 
yet he comprehended not his kinswoman, when, from 
every serious mood into which her mother sank, she 
strove to win her back with pleasantries. Out of doors 
the nightingales were calling man into the lovely night ; 
and no one pined more to be abroad than he. 

For the soul's eyes, the blue of heaven is what the green 
of earth is to the bodily eyes, namely, an inward strength- 



ening. When Zesara, at length, came free and clear out 
of the fetters of the room, — out of this spiritual house- 
arrest into the free realm of heaven, and beneath all the 
stars and on the magic Olympus of statues, at which he 
had so often longingly looked up, — then did his forcibly 
contracted breast elastically expand: how the constella- 
tions of life moved to meet each other in brighter forms ; 
how did spring and night sit enthroned ! 

The old gardener, who, simply from a grateful attach- 
ment to " the good-souled, condescending Fräulein," had, 
with rare pains, forced these early blossoms from the 
Cereus serpens, stood up there already, apparently as an 
observer of the flowers, but in fact as an expectant of 
the greatest praise, with a brown, indented, pitted, and 
serious face, which did not challenge praise with a single 

Liana thanked the gardener before she came to the 
blossoms ; then she praised them and his pains. The old 
man merely waited for every other one of the company 
to be astonished also ; then he went drowsily off to bed, 
with a firm faith that Liana would to-morrow remember 
him in such a way as to make him contented. 

The exotic beads of nectar-fragrance which hung in 
five white calyxes, crowned as it were with brown leaf- 
work, seized the fancy. The odors from the spring of a 
hotter clime drew it away into remote dreams. Liana 
only stroked with a soft finger, as one glides over eye- 
lids, the little incense-vases, without touching with preda- 
tory hand the full little garden of tender stamina which 
crowded together in the cup. " How lovely, how very 
tender ! " said she, with childlike happiness. " What a 
cluster of five little evening stars ! Why come they only 
by night, — the dear, shy little flowers ? " Charles seemed 



to be on the point of breaking one. " O let it live ! " she 
begged ; " to-morrow they will all have died of themselves. 
Charles ! thus does so much else fade," she added, in a 
lower tone. " Everything ! " said he, sharply. But the 
mother, against Liana's will, had heard it. " Such death- 
thoughts," said she, " I love not in youth ; they lame its 
wings." " And then," replied Liana, with a maiden-like 
turning of the tables, " it just stays with us, that's all, like 
the crane in Kleist's fable, whose wings they broke, so 
that he could not travel with the rest into the warm 

This gay, motley veil of deep earnestness was not 
transparent enough for our friend. But by and by the 
good maiden took pains to look just as the careful mother 
wished. The benumbing lily which the earth wears on 
her breast, the moon ; and the whole dazzling Pantheon of 
the starry heavens ; and the city, with its pierced-work of 
night-lights ; and the high, majestic, dark avenues ; and on 
meadows and brooks the milk-white lunar-silver, where- 
with the earth spun itself into an evening-star ; and the 
nightingales singing out of distant gardens ; — did not all 
this stir omnipotently every heart, till it would fain con- 
fess with tears its longing ? And the softest heart of all 
which beat at this moment below the stars, could it have 
succeeded in wholly veiling itself ? Almost ! She had 
accustomed herself, before her mother, to dry away with 
her eye, so to speak, the tear, before it grew big enough 
to fall. 

Singular was her appearance, the next minute, to the 
Count. The mother was speaking with her son ; Liana 
stood, far from the latter, with face turned half aside, and 
a little discolored by the moon, near a white statue of the 
holy Virgin, and looking out into the night. All at once 

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she looked upon him and smiled, just as if a living being 
had appeared to her in the abyss of ether, and her lip 
would speak. Earthly form more exalted and touching 
had never before met his eyes ; the balustrade by which 
he held swayed to and fro (but it was he himself who 
shook it), and his whole soul cried, " To-day, now, I love 
the heavenly one with the highest, the deepest love I 
have felt." So he also said lately, and so will he say 
oftener: can man, with the innumerable waves of love, 
institute measurements of altitude, and point to that one 
which has mounted the highest ? Thus does man, where- 
ever he may be standing, always imagine himself stand- 
ing in the centre of heaven. 

Ah, at this moment he was again surprised, but it was 
with an " Ah ! " Liana went to her mother, and when 
she felt in the hand of her darling a slight shudder, she 
importuned her to go out of the night-air, and would not 
give over till she left with her the magic spot. 

The friends stayed behind. According to Albano's reck- 
oning, i{ would not, of course, have been too much, if, in 
this frank time, wherein our holier thoughts, hidden by 
the common light of day, reveal themselves like stars, 
they had all lingered on the roof till toward morning. 
The two walked for a time up and down in silence. At 
last the incense-altar of the five flowers held them fast. 
Albano clasped accidentally the neighboring statue with 
both hands, and said : " On high places, one wants to 
throw something down, — even himself oftentimes ; and I, 
too, would fain throw myself off into the world, into far- 
distant lands, as often as I gaze into the nightly redness 
yonder, and as often as I come under orangery-blossoms, 
as under these. Brother, how is it with thee? The 
heavens and the earth open out so broadly : why, then, 



must the spirit so creep into itself?" "Just so do I feel," 
said he ; " and in the head, generally, has the spirit more 
room than in the heart." But here, by a delicate guess, 
he arrived, through agreeably circuitous routes, at the 
accidental discovery of the reason why his sister had hur- 
ried down so soon. 

" Even to obstinacy," said he, " she pushes her care 
for her mother. The last time, when she observed that 
mother saw her grow pale under the dance, she immedi- 
ately ceased. To me alone she shows her whole heart, 
and every drop of blood, and all innocent tears therein ; 
especially does she believe something in 'respect to the 
future, which she anxiously conceals from mother." " She 
smiled to herself just before she went away," said Al- 
bano, and drew Charles's hand over his eyes, " as if she 
saw up there a being from the veiled world." " Didst 
thou too see that ? " replied Charles. " And then did her 
lip stir ? O friend, God knows what infatuates her ; but 
this is certain, she firmly believes she is to die next year." 
Albano would not let him speak further. Too intensely 
excited, he pressed himself to his friend's breast; his 
heart beat wildly, and he said : " O brother, remain al- 
ways my friend ! " 

They went down. In the apartment which adjoined 
Liana's they found her piano-forte open. Now that was 
just what the Count had missed. In passion — even in 
mere fire of the brain — one grasps not so much at the 
pen as at the string ; and in that state alone does musical 
fantasying succeed better than poetic. Albano, thank- 
ing, meanwhile, the muse of sweet sounds that there were 
forty-four transitions,* seated himself at the keys, with 
the intention now to beat a musical fire-drum, and roar 

* From one key to another. — Tr. 



like a storm into the still ashes, and drive out a clear, 
sparkling swarm of tones. He did it, too, and well 
enough, and better and better ; but the instrument strug- 
gled, rebelled. It was built for a female hand, and would 
only speak in female tones, with lute-plaints, as a woman 
with a friend of her own sex. 

Charles had never heard him play so, and was aston- 
ished at such fulness. But the reason was, the Lector 
was not there ; before certain persons — and he was one 
of them — the playing hand freezes, so that one only 
labors and lumbers to and fro in a pair of leaden gloves ; 
and, secondly, before a multitude it is easier playing than 
before one, because the latter stands definitely before the 
soul, the former floats vaguely. And, besides all that, 
blessed Albano, thou knowest who hears thee. The 
morning air of hope flutters around thee in tones, — the 
wild life of youth stalks with vigorous limbs and loud 
strides up and down before thee, — the moonlight, un- 
desecrated by any gross earthly light, hallows the sound- 
ing apartment. Liana's last songs lay open before thee, 
and the advancing moonshine will let thee read them 
soon, — and the nightingale in the mother's neighboring 
chamber contends with thy tones, as if summoned by the 
Tuba to the field. 

Liana came in with her mother, not till late, because 
the heavy din of tones had something in it hard and pain- 
ful to both. He could see the two sitting sidewise at the 
lower window, and how Liana held her mother's hand. 
Charles, after his manner, walked up and down with long 
steps, and sometimes stood still near him. Albano, in 
this nearness of the still soul, soon came out of the wilder- 
ness of harmony into simple moonlit passages, where only 
a few tones moved delicately like graces, and quite as 



lightly dressed as they. The artistical hurly-burly of un- 
harmonious ignes fatui is only the forerunner of the melo- 
dious Charites ; and these alone insinuate themselves into 
the softer souls. It seemed to him — the illusion was 
complete — as if he were speaking aloud with Liana ; 
and when the tones, like lovers, went on ever repeating 
the same thing from heartiness and zest, did he not mean 
Liana, and say to her, " How I love thee ! O how I 
love thee ! " Did he not ask her, " Why mournest thou ? 
why weepest thou ? " And did he not say to her, " Look 
into this mute heart, and fly not from it, O pure, innocent 
one, my own ! " 

How did the good youth blush, when suddenly the 
caressing friend placed his hands over his friend's eyes, 
which hitherto, unseen in the darkness, had been over- 
flowing for love ! Charles stepped warmly to his sister, 
and she, of her own accord, took his hand and said 
words of love. Then Albano took refuge in the mur- 
muring wilderness of sounds, until his eyes were dried 
enough for the leave-taking by lamp-light ; by slow de- 
grees he let the cradle of our heart cease rocking, and 
closed so mildly and faintly, and was silent for a little 
while, and then slowly rose. O, in this mute, young 
bosom lived every blessed thing which the most glorious 
love can bestow ! 

They parted seriously. No one spoke of the music. 
Liana seemed transfigured. Albano dared not, in this 
spirit-hour of the heart, with an eye which had so re- 
cently calmed itself, rest long upon her mild blue ones. 
Her deeply touched soul expressed itself, as maidens are 
wont, to her brother only, and that by a more ardent em- 
brace. And from the holy youth she could not, in part- 



ing, conceal the tone and the look, which he will never 

That night he awoke often, and knew not what it was 
that so blissfully rocked his being. Ah ! it was the tone 
whose echo rang through his slumber, and the dear eye 
which still looked upon him in his dreams. 


Froulay's Birthday and Projects. — Extra-Leaf. — Rabette. 
— The Harmonica. — Night. — The pious Father. — Thb 
wondrous Stairway. — The Apparition. 

58. CYCLE. 

APPY Albano! thou wouldst not have re- 
mained so, hadst thou, on the birthday of the 
Minister, heard what he then proposed ! 
Already, for a considerable time, had Frou- 
lay been full of noticeable, stormy signs, and might any 
moment, one must needs fear, let the thunderbolt fly 
from him ; that is to say, he was gay and mild. Thus, 
also, in the case of phlegmatic children, does great live- 
liness threaten an eruption of the chicken-pox. As he 
was a father and a despot, — (the Greeks had for both 
only the one word, despot,) — so was it expected of him, 
as connubial storm-maker,* that he would provide the 
usual storms and foul weather for his family. Connu- 
bial storm-material for the mere troubling of marriage 
can never be wanting, when one considers how little is 
required even for its dissolution ; for instance, among the 

* Tempestiarii, or Storm-makers, was a name given, in the Middle 
Ages, to the master-wizards who could conjure up foul weather. 
Weather-prayers were used in the churches against them, and other 
wizard-masters called in to counteract the former. 



Jews, merely that the woman scream too loud, burn the 
dinner, leave her shoes in the place for the man's, &c. 
Beside all this, there was much in the present case about 
which there was a good chance to thunder ; e. g. Liana, 
upon whom one might visit the misdemeanor of the 
brother, because he obstinately stayed away and begged 
for no grace. One always loves to let his indignation 
loose upon wife, daughter, and son at ance, and would 
rather be a land-rain than a transient shower ; one child 
can more easily imbitter than sweeten a whole family. 

But Froulay still continued the smiling John. Nay, 
did he not — I have the proofs — carry it so far, that 
when, on one occasion, his daughter, in taking leave of 
the Princess, fell upon her neck, — instead of represent- 
ing to her, with flashing eyes, how one must only accept, 
not reciprocate, familiarities with superiors, and must take 
care not to forget one's self precisely then, when they do 
forget themselves, — and instead of sternly asking whether 
she had ever seen him, in his warmest love toward the 
Prince, offend against the Dehors, — instead, I say, of 
doing this, and hailing and storming the while, did he not 
merely break out that once into the fair words : " Child, 
thou art too affectionate toward thy distinguished friend ; 
ask thy mother ; she knows, too, what friendly liaisons 
are "? 

Only Liana — although so often deceived by these 
calms — was full of unutterable hope and joy at the do- 
mestic peace, and believed in its permanence, especially 
as the paternal birthday was so near, that Olympiad 
and normal period upon which and by which the house 
reckoned so largely. During the whole year the Min- 
ister had been looking out for this day, in order, in the 
morning, when the congratulations came, not to forget 



to make believe he had forgotten it, but to be astonished 
on the subject, — all owing to business, he said ; and at 
evening, when the guests came, — on account of business 
he never dined, he said, to astonish them. He was alter- 
nately the worshipper and image-breaker of etiquette, min- 
isterial and opposition party thereof, as his vanity dictated. 

Liana importuned her brother, till he promised to do 
something to please his father; he composed, for the 
purpose, a family-piece, in which he introduced the whole 
confession-night between himself and Albano, only he 
converted Albano into a sister. Liana gladly studied this 
part also for the birthday, although she had to deliver 
the blooming vest. 

The Minister, contrary to expectation, accepted the 
vest, the Captain and his hand-bill for the evening's per- 
formance, graciously ; for he was wont, on former occa- 
sions, like some other fathers, to growl the louder the 
more his children stroked him. He danced away like 
a Polack right merrily with his family, and stuck the 
rod* behind the fur. Nothing worse at this moment re- 
volved in his head than the question, where it would be 
best to open the amateur theatre, whether in the Salon 
de Lecture or in the Salon des bains domestiques ; for 
the two halls were entirely distinguished from one an- 
other, and from the other chambers, by their names. 

The day came. Albano, whose invitation Charles had 
to extort, because the Minister, out of pride, hated his 
pride, brought with him, unfortunately, in his soul, the 
tone which Liana had given him the last time to carry 
home with him. His hope had hitherto lived upon this 

* The Polish dancer always carries a rod under the fur-dress, 
wherewith his partner is excused by a blow or two, when she makes 
a misstep. — Upper Siles. Monthly Mag., July, 1788. 



tone. O blame him not for it ! The airy nothing of a 
sigh bears often a pastoral world or an orcus on its 
ephemeron's-wing. Everything weighty may, like a 
rock, be placed on a point, whereupon a child's finger 
can set it in rotation. 

But the tone had died away. Liana knew no other 
way than that, in the visiting congregation, — of whose 
moral pneumatophobia,* after all, she was not aware in 
its full extent, — one should hide every religious emo- 
tion behind the church fan. Boxes, pit, and farthing 
gallery were, almost at the usual play-hour, set off and 
filled out with Gratulantes, all fit to be canons. The Ger- 
man gentleman was made particularly prominent by the 
rich and insolent ostentation of his circumstances. Of the 
visiting-company-lane it can, in passing, only be observed, 
that in it, as in the antiphlogistic system, oxygen* played 
the chief part, which, however, was given out less by the 
lungs than by the heart. 

When the curtain rose, and Roquairol made that night 
of forgiveness and ecstasy pass by again in a still more 
glowing form than it had actually had ; when this dreamy 
imitation seemed the first appearance of the actual reality, 
how hotly and deeply did he burn himself thereby into 
his friend's soul ! (Good Albano ! This art of being his 
own revenant, his own ghost, his mock- and mimic-self, 
and of counterfeiting the splendid edition of his own life, 
should have left thee smaller hopes !) The Count must 
needs, in this most grave society that ever sate around 
him, break out into an unseemly weeping. And why 
did Charles put Albano's words, of that memorable night, 
into the mouth of Liana, so bewitchingly interesting in 

* Dread of spirits. 

t The German for this is sauer-stoff (sour-stuff). — Tr. 



her emotion, and thus make his love, wrought upon by 
so many charms, grow even to anguish ? 

The German gentleman himself gave to Liana, that 
white swan, floating, tinged with rosy redness, through 
the evening glow of Phoebus, several loud, and to the 
t^ount annoying signs of approbation. The Minister was 
chiefly glad that all this happened in his honor, and that 
the point of the last act was still going to throw a very 
special epigrammatic laurel-wreath on his crown. 

He got the wreath. The pair of children were very 
favorably criticised by the Erlangen literary gazette * of 
spectators, and by the belles-lettres review, and covered 
over with crowns, — with noble martyrs' crowns. The 
German gentleman had and used the public right of 
ushering in the Coronation, and the Coronation-car. 
Base man ! why should thy beetle's-eyes be permitted 
to creep gnawingly over the holy roses which emotion 
and sisterly love plants on Liana's cheeks ? But how 
much gayer still was the old gentleman, — so much so 
that he flirted with the oldest ladies, — when he saw the 
knight bring out magnificently into full daylight his in- 
terest in Liana, not fantastically or sentimentally, but 
by still and steady advances and marked attention, by 
jokes and glances and sly addresses, and at last by some- 
thing decisive ! That is to say, the German gentleman 
drew the old man into a cabinet, and both came back out 
of it vehemently animated. 

The lovely Liana, withdrawn into her own heart, fled 
from the upas-tree of the laurel away to her comforting 
mother. Liana had preserved, in the midst of the stormy 
mill-races of daily assemblees, a low voice and a delicate 

* A noted review in Kichter's day, published at Erlangen near 
Nuremberg. — Tk. 

356 TITAN. 

ear, and the tumult had driven her inward, and left her 
almost shy. 

The fair soul seldom guessed anything, except a fair 
soul : she so easily divined her like ; with such difficulty 
her counterpart. Bouverot's advances seemed to her the 
usual forward and side steps of manly courtesy ; and his 
knightly celibacy did not allow her entirely to understand 
him. Do not the lilies of innocence bloom earlier than 
the roses of shame, as the purple color, in the beginning, 
only dyes pale, and not till afterward puts on the red 
glow, when it lies before the sun ? She kept herself this 
evening near her mother, because she perceived in her 
an unwonted seriousness. When Froulay had taken off 
from his head the birthday garland, wherein were planted 
more thorns and stalks than flowers, — when he had taken 
off the crown of thorns, and stood in his nightcap amidst 
his family, — he addressed himself to the business where- 
upon he had been thinking all the evening. " My little 
dove," said he to his daughter, borrowing a good expres- 
sion from the Bastile,* — " my little dove, leave me and 
Guillemette alone." He now laid bare his upper teeth by 
a characteristic grin, and said he had, as he hoped, some- 
thing agreeable to communicate to her. "You know," 
he continued, " what I owe to the German gentleman." 
He meant not thanks, but money and consideration. 

We love to dwell upon it as a matter of great praise 
in the family of the Quintii,t that they never possessed 
gold : I adduce — without arraying a thousand other fami- 
lies of whom the same is to be sworn — only Froulay's. 
Certain families, like antimony, have no chemical affinity 
whatever with that metal, however much they might wish 

* Thus did the prisoners name their turnkeys, 
f Alexand. ab AI., v. 4. 



it ; certainly Froulay wished it : lie looked very much 
to his interest (to nothing else), he willingly (although 
only in cases of collision) set conscience and honor aside ; 
but he got no further than to great outlays and great 
projects, simply because he sought money, not as the 
*end and aim of his ambition, but only as the means of 
ambition and enterprise. Even for some pictures which 
Bouverot had purchased for the Prince in Italy he still 
owed that individual the purchase-shilling which he had 
taken out of the treasury. By his bonds as well as 
circulars, he stood in widely-extended connections. He 
would gladly have transposed his marriage contract into 
a bond, and had, with his lady, at least that most intimate 
community — of goods ; for, under present circumstances, 
divorce and bankruptcy stood in neighborly relations to 
each other ; but, as was said, many men, with the best 
talons, — like the eagle of the Romish king,* — have 
nothing in them. 

He continued : " Now, perhaps, this gene will cease. 
Have you hitherto made any observations upon him ? " 
She shook her head. " I have," he replied, " for a long 
time, and such as were really consoling to me, — favais 
le nez bon quant a cela, — he has a real liking for my 

The Minister's lady never could draw an inference, and 
begged him, with disguised astonishment, to come to the 
agreeable matter. Comically on his face did the show of 
friendship wrestle with the expectation that he should be 
under the necessity immediately of being exasperated. 
He replied : " Is not this an agreeable matter ? The 
knight means it in earnest. He wished now to be pri- 

* To distinguish himself from the eagle of the Emperor, who holds 
something in both claws. 



vately espoused to her ; after three years he retires from 
the order, and her fortune is made. Vous etes, je 
Vespere, pour cette fois, un peu sur mes inter ets, ils 
sont les votres." 

Her maternal heart, so suddenly and deeply wounded, 
wept, and could hardly be concealed. " Herr von Frou- 
lay ! " said she, when she had composed herself a little ; 
" I do not disguise my astonishment. Such a disparity 
in years, in tastes, in religion." * 

" That is the knight's affair, not ours," he replied, re- 
freshed by her angry confusedness, and, like the weather, 
in his coldness threw only fine, sharp snow, no hail. " As 
to Liana's heart, I beg you just to sound that." " 0, 
that innocent heart ? You are mocking ! " " Posito ! so 
much the more gladly will the innocent heart reconcile 
itself to make her father's fortune, if she is not the great- 
est egotist. I should never love to constrain an obedient 
daughter." " N'epuisez pas ce chapitre ; mon coeur est 
en presse. It will cost her her life, which already hangs 
by such frail threads." This allusion always struck the 
fire of wrath from his flint. " Tant mieux" said he ; 
" then it will never go further than an engagement ! I 
had almost said — Sacre / and who is to blame for that ? 
So it fares with me at the hands of the Captain too, — 
in the beginning my children promise everything, then 
they turn out nothing. But, madam," he said, swiftly and 
venomously collecting himself; and, instead of compress- 
ing his Hps and teeth, merely pinching moderately the 
auditory organs of a sleeping lap-dog ; " you alone in- 
deed know, by your influence upon Liana, how to dress 
and redress everything. Perhaps she belongs to you by 
a still prior claim than to me. I am not then compro- 
* Bouverot was a Catholic. 


raitted with the knight. The advantages I detail no 
further." His breast was here already warmed under 
the vulture-skin of rage. 

But the noble lady now indignantly rose, and said : 
" Herr von Froulay ! hitherto I have not spoken of my- 
self. Never will I counsel or countenance or consent to 
it, — I will do the opposite. Herr von Bouverot is not 
worthy of my Liana." 

The Minister, during this speech, had several times un- 
necessarily snapped-to the snuffers over the wax candles, 
and only beheaded the point of the flame ; the fixed air 
of wrath now colored the roses of his lips (as the chemi- 
cal does botanical ones) blue. " Bon I " he replied, " I 
travel ; you can reflect on the subject, — but I give my 
word of honor, that I never consent to any other match ; 
and though it were (whereupon he looked at the lady 
ironically) still more considerable * than the one just 
projected, — either the maiden obeys or she suffers, de- 
cidez ! Mais je me fie a V amour que vous port ez au pere 
et ä la fille ; vous nous rendrez tous assez contens." And 
then he went forth, not like a tempest, but like a rainbow, 
which he manufactured out of the eighth color only, 
namely, the black, and that with his eyebrows. 

After some days of resentment with the mother and 
the daughter, he rode, as Luigi's business-agent, to Haar- 
haar to see the princely bride. The oppressed mother 
confided to her oldest and only friend, the Lector, the 
sad secret. The two had now a pure relation of friend- 
ship toward one another, which, in France, in conse- 
quence of the higher respect for women, is more common. 
In the first years of the ministerial forced marriage, 
which dawned not with morning dew, but with morning 
* He meant one with the poor Lector. 



frost, perhaps the hawk-moth* Cupid fluttered after 
them; but by and by children drove away this sphinx. 
The wife is often forgotten in the sweet pains of the 
mother. She, therefore, with her characteristic cool 
and clear strength, took all that was ambiguous in her 
relation to Augusti forever out of the way; and he 
made her firmness more easy by his own, because he, 
with more love of honor than of women, grew not more 
red at any kind of braided-work than at that of a basket,f 
and erroneously believed that a man who receives it, has 
as much to be ashamed of as a woman who does. 

The Lector could foresee that she would also, after 
her divorce, — which she postponed only for Liana's 
sake, — remain single, if only for this reason, in order 
not to deprive her daughter of an allodial estate, Klos- 
terdorf, for the reservation of which she had now for one 
and twenty years exposed herself to the battering-ram 
and scythe-chariot and blunderbuss of the old Minister. 
Whether she was not even silently intending her dear 
Liana for a man so firm and tender, who differed from 
her in nothing but in a worldly coolness toward positive 
religion, is another and more delicate question. Such a 
reciprocal gift were worthy such a mother and friend, 
who must know from her heart, that combined feelings 
of tenderness and honor prepare for a loved soul a surer 
bliss than the love which genius offers, that alternation 
of flying heat and flying cold, — that fire which, like the 
electric, always twice destroys, — in the stroke and in the 
rebound. The Lector himself started not that question ; 
for he never made rash, unsafe plans ; and what one 
would have been more so than that of such a connection, 

* Literally, " twilight-bird." — Tr. 

f To get the basket means a refusal. — Tr. 


in his poverty, or with such a father-in-law, in a country 
where, as in the Electorate of Saxony, a statute, so bene- 
ficial (for parents), can countermand even a marriage of 
many years' standing, which has been concluded without 
parental consent ? 

With moist eyes the Minister's lady showed him the 
new storm-clouds, which had again descended upon her 
and her Liana. She could build upon his fine eye for the 
world, upon his dumb lip and upon his ready hand for 
business. He said, as ever, he had foreseen all this ; but 
proved to her that Bouverot, if only from avarice, would 
never exchange his knightly cross for the wedding-ring, 
whatever designs he might cherish with regard to Liana. 
He gave her to surmise, so far as a tender regard to her 
sore relations would tolerate, to what degree of readiness 
for compliance with Bouverot's wishes the very frailty 
of Liana's life might allure the Minister, in order to har- 
vest it before it had done blooming. For Froulay could 
much more nimbly swallow demands against honor than 
injuries done to his vanity, as the victim of hydrophobia 
can much more easily get down solid morsels than fluids. 
Yet all this did not sound so immorally hard to the Min- 
ister's lady as readers of the middling classes might im- 
agine ; I appeal to the more sensible among the higher. 

Augusti and the Minister's lady saw that something 
must certainly be done for Liana during the Minister's 
absence ; and both wonderfully coincided in their project. 
Liana must go into the country this pleasant season, — 
she must muster up health for the wars that were in 
prospect, — she must be put out of the way of the knight's 
visits, which now the birthday would multiply fourfold, — 
even the Minister must have nothing to object to the 
place. And where can this be ? Simply under the roof 




of the Director Wehrfritz, who cannot endure the Ger- 
man gentleman, because he knows his poisonous relation 
to the Prince. But of course there are first still other 
mountains to be climbed than that which lies on the way 
to Blumenbühl. 

The reader himself must now get over a low one ; and 
that is a short comico-tragic Extra-leaf upon 

The Green-Market of Daughters. 

The following is certain : every owner of a very beauti- 
ful or very rich daughter keeps, as it were, a Pitt under 
his roof, which to himself is of no service, and which lie 
must put to its first use after it has long lain idle, by 
selling it to a Regent.* Strictly and commercially speak- 
ing, daughters are not an article of trade ; for the parental 
grand adventurers no one can confound with those female 
dealers in second-hand frippery, and stall-women, whose 
transit-business one does not love to name ; but a stock, 
with which one gains in a South Sea, or a clod, wherewith 
one transfers symbolically (scortatione) real estate. "Je 
ne vends que mes passages et donne les figures par dessus 
le marche" f said Claude Lorraine, like a father, — and 
could easily say it, because he had the figures painted in 
his landscapes by others; — even so in the purchase or 
marriage-contract only the knightly seats are supposed, 
and the bride who resides upon them is thrown into the 
bargain. Even so, higher up, is a princess merely a 
blooming twig, which a princely sponsor plucks off and 
carries home, not for the sake of the fruits, but because a 
bee-sivarm of lands and people has attached itself thereto. 

* I do not mean (as perhaps may appear from the spelling) Pitt the 
Minister, but Pitt the Diamond, which the father of the present Pitt 
traded away to the Duke Regent of France, and for whose splinters 
he got twelve thousand ducats into the bargain. 

f I sell only my landscape?, and throw in the figures. 


If a father, like our Minister, has not much, then he 
can pawn his children, as the Egyptians did their parents 
(namely, the mummies of them), as mortgages and hand- 
pledges or imperial pawns, which are not redeemed. 

At present the mercantile order, which formerly dealt 
only in foreign products, has got possession of this branch 
of commerce also ; methinks, however, they might find 
room enough in their lower vaults to be selfish and 
damned, without going up stairs to the daughter. In 
Guinea only the nobility can trade ; with us they are cut 
off and debarred from almost all trade, except the small 
trade in daughters, and the few other things which grow 
on their own estates ; hence is it that they hold so fast 
to this liberty of trade, and that the noblesse seem here 
to be a Hanse alliance for this delicate branch of busi- 
ness ; so that one may, in some manner, compare the 
high standing* of this class with the higher one (in a 
literal sense) which marketable people in Rome were 
obliged to mount f in order to be seen. 

It is a common objection of young and (so-called) sensi- 
tive hearts, that this sort of transaction very much con- 
strains, or in fact crushes love ; whereas nothing perhaps 
makes so good a preparation for it as this very thing. 
For when the bargain is once concluded and entered by 
the bookkeeper (the parson) in the ledger, then does the 
time truly come on when the daughter can consider and 
provide for her heart, namely, the fair season after mar- 
riage, which is universally assumed in France and Italy, 
and is gradually coming to be in Germany also, as the 
more suitable time for a female heart to choose freely 

* Stand, in German, has the double meaning of an estate and a 
stand. — Tk. 

t Plant. Bacch., Act 4, Seen. 7, 4, 16, 17. 



among the host of men ; her state then, like the Venetian, 
grows out of a commercial into a conquering one. The 
husband himself, too, is quite as little interrupted after- 
ward as beforehand in his love by this short business 
transaction; all is, that now — as in Nuremberg e very- 
Jew is followed by an old woman — close upon the heels 
of our bridegroom a young one is seen. Nay, often, 
the nuptial tradesman conceives an inclination even for 
the article which he has carried home with him, — 
which is an uncommon piece of good fortune ; and as 
Moses Mendelssohn, with his bundle of silken wares 
under his arm, thought out his letters upon the affections, 
so do better men, amidst their business, meditate love- 
letters on this branch of trade, and deal with the virgin — 
as merchants in Messina* do with the holy virgin — in 
Co.; but of course such profitable connections of love with 
business must always be rare birds, and are little to be 
counted upon. 

The foregoing I wrote for parents who are fond of 
sporting with children's happiness ; I will now out of 
their and my sport make something serious. I ask you, 
in the first place, about your right to prescribe for morally 
free beings their inclinations, or even the show of inclina- 
tion, and by one act of despotism to stretch the poison- 
ous leaden sceptre over a whole free life. Their ten 
years more of apprenticeship to you make as little dis- 
tinction in the reciprocal liberty as talent or its want. 
Why do you not as well enjoin upon your daughters 
friendship for life? Why do you not, in the second 
marriage, exercise the same right? But you have even 
no right to reject, except in the age of minority, when 
the child has not yet any right to choose. Or do you 
* Seventh Part of the new Collection of Travels. 


demand, upon their leaving the paternal roof, as pay for 
training them up to freedom, the sacrifice of this very 
freedom itself? You act as if you had been educators, 
without having been yourselves educated ; whereas you are 
merely paying off to your children a heavy inherited debt 
to your parents, which you can never pay back to them ; 
and I know but one unpaid creditor in this respect, the 
first man, and but one insolvent debtor, the last. Or do 
you shield yourselves under the barbarously immoral Ro- 
man prejudice, which offers children for sale as white 
negroes of the parents, because the power allowed at an 
earlier period over the non-moral being slips over, unob- 
served from the gradualness of its development, into a 
power over the moral being ? 

If you may, out of love, force children to their happi- 
ness, so may they afterward, quite as well out of gratitude 
force you to yours. But what is, then, the happiness for 
which you are to throw away their whole heart, with all 
its dreams ? Chiefly your own ; your glory and aggran- 
dizement, your feuds and friendships, are they to quench 
and buy with the offering of their innermost souls. Dare 
you own aloud your silent presuppositions in regard to 
the happiness of a forced marriage ; for example, the dis- 
pensableness of love in wedlock, the hope of a death, the 
(perhaps) double infidelity, as well toward the connubial 
merchant as toward the extra-connubial lover? You 
must presuppose them sinners,* in order not to be your- 
selves robbers? 

Tell me not that marriages of inclination often turn out 
ill, and forced marriages often well enough, as may be 

* I speak more particularly of the daughters, because they are the 
most frequent and greatest victims ; the sons are bloodless mass- 

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seen in the instance of the Moravians, the old Germans, 
and Orientals. Name me rather all barbaric times and 
nations, in which — for both indeed only reckon the man, 
never the wife — a happy marriage means nothing more 
than a happy husband. No one stands by near enough 
to hear and to count a woman's sighs ; the unheard pang 
becomes at last speechless ; new wounds weaken the 
bleeding of the oldest. Further : the ill-luck of fancy- 
marriages is chargeable upon your very opposition to 
them, and your war against the married couple. Still 
further : every forced marriage is, in fact, for the most 
part, half a marriage of fancy. Finally : the best mar- 
riages are in the middling class, where the bond is more 
apt to be love ; and the worst in the higher, where it is 
more a mercenary motive ; and as often as in these 
classes a prince should choose merely with his heart, he 
would get a heart, and never lose nor betray it. 

Now, then, what sort of a hand is that into which you 
so often force the fairest, finest, richest, but rebellious 
one ? Commonly, a black, old, withered, greedy fist, 
j For decrepit, rich, or aspiring libertines have too much 
' of the connoisseur, too much satiety and freedom, to steal 
any other than the most splendid creatures ; the less per- 
I feet fall into the hands and homes of mere lovers and 
amateurs. But how base is a man, who, abandoned of 
his own character, backed merely by the despotic edict 
of a stranger, paying for his fortune with a stolen one, 
can now drag away the unprotected soul from the yearn- 
ing eyes of a weeping love into a long, cold life, and clasp 
her to his arms as against the edges of frosty swords, and 
therein so near to his eye see her bleed and grow pale 
and quiver! The man of honor even gives with a 
blush, but he takes not with a blush ; and the better 



lion, the beast, spares woman ; * but these soul-buyers 
extort from constrained beings at last even the testi- 
mony of free-will. 

Mother of the poor heart, which thou wilt bless by 
misfortune, hear me ! Suppose thy daughter should 
harden herself against the misery which is forced upon 
her, hast thou not reduced her rich dream of life to 
empty sleep, and taken out of it love's islands of the blest, 
and all that bloomed thereon ; the fair days when one 
roamed over them, and the perpetual happy retrospect 
of them when they already lie with their blooming 
peaks low in the horizon ? Mother, if this happy time 
was ever in thy breast, then snatch it not from thy 
daughter ; and if it was barbarously torn from thee, then 
think of thy bitter pang, and bequeath it not ! 

Suppose, further, she makes the kidnapper of her soul 
happy, reckon now what she might have been to its 
darling ; and whether she does not then deserve any- 
thing better than to gratify a jailer, locked in with her 
forever by one shutting of the prison-door. But it sel- 
dom fares so well as this ; thou wilt heap a double dis- 
aster upon thy soul, — the long agony of thy daughter, 
and the growing coldness of her husband, who by and by 
comes to feel and resent refusals. Thou hast cast a 
shadow over the time when man first needs the morning- 
sun, — namely, youth. O, sooner make all other seasons 
of the day of life cloudy ; they are all alike, the third 
and the fourth and fifth decades ; only at sunrise let it 
not rain into life ; only this one never returning, irre- 
deemable time darken not ! 

But how, if thou shouldst be sacrificing not merely joys, 
relations, a happy marriage, hopes, a whole posterity, to 

* Pliuy, Nat. Hist., Vin. 16. 

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thy plans and commands, but the very being herself* 
whom thou constrainest? Who can justify thee, or dry thy 
tears, when thy best daughter, — for she is the very one 
who will be most likely to obey, be dumb and die, as the 
monks of La Trappe see their cloister burn down, with- 
out one of them breaking the vow of silence, f — when 
she, I say, like a fruit half in the sun and half in the 
shade, blooms outwardly, and inwardly grows cold and 
pale ; when she, dying after her lifeless heart, at last can 
no longer conceal anything from thee, but for years bears 
round the paleness and the pangs of decline in the very 
orient of life ; and when thou canst not console her, be- 
cause thou hast crushed her, and thy conscience cannot 
suppress the name of infanticide ; and when at last the 
worn-out victim lies there under thy tears, and the wrest- 
ling creature, so affrighted and so young, so faint, and 
yet thirsting for life, forgiving and complaining, with lan- 
guishing and longing looks, with painfully contused and 
conflicting emotions, sinks with her blooming limbs into 
the bottomless flood of death, — guilty mother on the 
shore, thou who hast pushed her in, who will comfort 
thee ? But I would call every guiltless one, and show 
her the bitter dying, and ask her, Shall thy child also 
perish thus? 

* And this is quite probable. Dr. Edward Hill reckoned that in 
England eight thousand die annually of unhappy love, — of broken 
hearts, as the Englishwomen touchingly express it. Beddoes shows 
that vegetable food — and of this such victims are particularly fond — 
fosters consumption, and that females incline to this. Besides, the 
times of longing, which of itself, even without disappointment, as 
homesickness shows, is a poisonous revolving leaden ball, occur in 
youth, when the seed of pectoral maladies most easily springs up. 
many married ones fall, under misconstructions, victims to the death- 
angel, into whose hand they had, previously to marriage, put the 
sword they themselves had sharpened ! 

t Forster's Views, Vol. L 



59. CYCLE. 

IT was a romantic day for Zesara, even outwardly ; 
sun-sparks and rain-drops played dazzlingly through 
the heavens. He had received a letter from his father, 
dated at Madrid, which stamped at last the black seal of 
certainty on the threatened death of his sister, and in 
which there was nothing agreeable but the intelligence 
that Don Gaspard, with the Countess of Romeiro, whose 
guardianship he was now concluding, would travel in 
autumn (the Italian spring) to Italy. Two tones had 
been, in his life, stolen away from the musical scale of 
love ; he had never known by experience what it was 
to love a brother or a sister. The coincidence of her 
death-night with that night in Tartarus, this whole claw- 
ing into the holy images and wishes of his heart, stirred 
up his spirit, and he felt with indignation how impotently 
a whole assailing world might seek to remove Liana's 
image from his soul ; and again he painfully felt, that this 
very Liana herself believed in her near decline. 

In this situation was he found by an unexpected invita- 
tion from the Minister's lady herself, — sun-sparks and 
rain-drops played in his heaven also. He flew ; in the 
antechamber stood the angel who broke the six apoca- 
lyptic seals, — Rabette. She had run to meet him from 
a bashfulness before company, and had embraced him 
sooner than he her. How gladly did he look into the 
familiar, honest face ! with tears he heard the name of 
brother, when he had lost a sister to-day ! 

The reason of her appearance was this : when the 
Director w r as at the Minister's lady's the last time, the 
latter had, with easy, disguised hand, opened her house to 
his daughter, " for the sake of a knowledge of empty city 
16* x 



life, and for change," — in order that she might hereafter 
venture to knock at his door on her own daughter's be- 
half. He said he would " forward the female wild deer 
to her with pleasure, and all possible despatch." And as 
in Blumenbühl Rabette had answered him No, then Yes, 
then No, then Yes, and had held with her mother, even 
before midnight, an imperial-exchequer-revision, a mint- 
probation-day about everything which a human being 
from the country can wear in the city, she packed up 
there and unpacked here. 

" Ah, I am afraid in there," said she to Albano ; " they 
are all too clever, and I am now so stupid ! " He found 
beside the domestic trio the Princess also, and the little 
Helena from Lilar, that lovely medallion of a fine day to 
his stirred heart. Indescribably was he smitten with 
Liana's womanly advances to Rabette, as if he shared 
her with her. With courtesy and tenderness, a mildness 
also, which was without falsehood or pride, came to the 
help of the embarrassed playmate, on whose face the in- 
born gayety and eloquence of nature now singularly con- 
trasted with her artificial dumb gravity. Charles, with 
his ready familiarity, was more in a condition to entangle 
than to extricate her ; only Liana gave to her soul and 
tongue, if only by the embroidery -frame, a free field ; 
Rabette could write with the embroidering needle, no 
illuminated and initial letters, indeed, but still a good 

She gave — turning her face toward her brother's, in 
order to pluck courage therefrom — a clear report of the 
dangerous road and upsets, laughing all the while, after 
the manner of the people when they are telling their mis- 
haps. Her brother was to her, at the company's expense, 
both company and world ; upon him alone streamed forth 



her warmth and speech. She said she could from her 
chamber see him " play on the harpsichord." Liana im- 
mediately led both thither. How richly and sublimely, 
beyond Rabette's demands upon city-life, was the maid- 
enly hospitium set out, from the tulip (not a blooming 
one, but a work-basket of Liana's, — although every tulip 
is such a basket for the finger of spring) even to the 
piano-forte, of which she, of course, for the present can 
use no more than seven treble-keys for half a waltz? 
Five moderate trunks of clothes — for therewith she 
thought to come out, and show the city that the country 
too could wear clothes — represented to him in their 
well-known flower-pieces and tin bands the old impres- 
sions {incunabild) of his earliest days of life ; and to-day 
every trace of the old season of love refreshed him. She 
made him look for his windows, from one of which the 
Librarian was fixing a hard gaze on a paving-stone in the 
street to see how often he could hit it by spitting. 

Here alone, in the presence only of the brother, Liana 
spoke more loudly to the sister the word of friendship, 
and assured her how happy she meant to make her, and 
how sincere she was in all that she promised. O look 
not into the flame of the pure, religious, sisterly love with 
any yellow eye of jealousy ! Can you not comprehend 
that this fair soul even now distributes its rich flames 
among all sisterly hearts, until love concentrates them 
into one sun ; as, according to the ancients, the scattered 
lightnings of night gather themselves in the morning into 
one solid solar orb ? She was, everywhere, an eye for 
every heart; like a mother, she never once forgot the 
little in the great ; and she poured out (let no one deny 
me the privilege of printing this minute example) for 
little Helena the cup of coffee, which the Doctor for- 



bade, half full of cream, in order that, it might be without 
strength or harm. 

The impatient Princess had already looked ten times 
toward the heavens, through which now beams of light, 
now rain-columns flew, till at length out of the consumed 
cloud-snow the broad fields of blue grew up, and Julienne 
could lead out the delighted young people into the garden, 
to the annoyance of the Minister's lady, who did not like 
to expose Liana to the Serein, — five or six blasts of the 
evening-wind, and the wading through rain-water that 
stood a nineteenth of a fine * deep. She herself stayed 
behind. How new-born, glistening, and inviting was all 
down below ! The larks soared out of the distant fields 
like tones, and warbled near over the garden, — in all 
the leaves hung stars, and the evening air threw the 
liquid jewelry, the trembling earrings, from the blossoms 
down upon the flowers, and bore sweet incense to meet 
the bees. The Idyl of the year, Spring, parcelled its 
sweet pastoral land among the young souls. Albano took 
his sister's hand, but he listened with pain to her intel- 
ligence from home. Liana went far in advance with the 
Princess, and bathed herself in the open heavens of con- 
fidential communion. 

Suddenly Julienne stood still, chatting playfully with 
her, in order to let the Count come up, and to inquire 
after letters from Don Gaspard, and after tidings of the 
Countess Pomeiro. He communicated, with glowing 
countenance, the contents of to-day's letter. In Julienne's 
physiognomy there was a smile almost of raillery. To 
the intelligence of Linda's intended journey she replied : 
"That is just herself; she will fain learn everything, — 
travel over everything. I wager she climbs up on Mont 

* A Hue (French) is one twelfth of an inch. — Tk. 



Blanc and into Vesuvius. Liana and I call her, for this 
reason, the Titaness." How graciously did Liana listen, 
with her eyes wholly on her female friend ! " You are 
not acquainted with her ? " she inquired of the tortured 
one. He answered, emphatically, in the negative. Ro- 
quairol came up ; " Passez, Monsieur" said she, making 
room, and giving him a sign to move on. Liana looked 
very earnestly after. " La void ! " said Julienne, letting 
the cover of a likeness spring up, by a pressure, on a 
ring of her little hand. Good youth ! it was exactly the 
form which arose, that magic night, out of Lago Maggiore, 
sent to thee by the spirits ! " She is hit there, exactly," 
said she to the agitated man. " Very," said he, con- 
fusedly. She did not investigate this contradictory * 
" very " ; but Liana looked at him ; " very — beautifully 
and boldly ! " he continued ; u but I do not love boldness 
in women." " O, one can readily believe that of men ! " 
replied Julienne ; " no hostile power loves it in the other 

They passed along now through the chestnut avenue 
by the holy spot where Albano had seen, for the first 
time, the bride of his hopes shining and suffering behind 
the water-jets. O it was here that he would gladly, with 
that soul of his painfully excited by the mutual reaction 
of wonderful circumstances, have knelt down before the 
still angel so near him ! The tender Julienne perceived 
that she had to spare an agitated heart ; after a tolerably 
loud silence, she said, in a serious tone : " A lovely even- 
ing, — we '11 go to the water-house. There is where 
Liana was cured, Count ! The fountains must leap, too." 
" O the fountains ! " said Albano, and looked with in- 
describable emotion upon Liana. She thought, however, 

* Because he had just said he did not know her. — Tr. 



he meant those in the flute-dell. Helena cried out behind 
for them to wait, and came tripping along after with two 
little hands full of dewy auriculas, which she had plucked, 
and gave them all to Liana, expecting from her, as col- 
latress of benefices, the flower-distribution. " The little 
one, too, still thinks of the beautiful Sunday at Lilar," 
said Liana. She gave the Princess one or two, and 
Helena nodded ; and when Liana looked at her, she 
nodded again, as a sign the Count should have something 
too : " More yet ! " she cried, when he had got some ; 
and the more Liana gave, the more did the child cry, 
" More," — as children are wont to do, in the hyperboles 
of their tendency to the infinite. 

They went over a green bridge, and came into a neat 
room. Instead of the piano-forte formerly there, stood 
a glass chapel of the goddess of music, a harmonica. 
The Captain screwed in behind a tapestry-door, and im- 
mediately all the confined spring-waters shot up outside 
with silvery wings toward heaven. O how the sprinkled 
world burned as they stepped out on the top ! 

Why wast thou, my Albano, just at this hour not en- 
tirely happy ? Why, then, do pains pierce through all 
our unions, — and why does the heart, like its veins, 
bleed most richly when it is heated ? Above them lay 
the still, wounded heavens in the bandage of a long, 
white mass of cloud ; the evening sun stood as yet be- 
hind the palace, but on both sides of it his purple 
mantle of clouds floated in broad folds away across the 
sky ; and if one turned round toward the east to the 
mountains of Blumenbühl, green living flames streamed 
upward, and, like golden birds, the ignes fatui danced 
through the moist twigs and on the eastern windows, but 
the fountains still threw their white silver into the gold. 


Then the sun swam forth, with red hot breast, drawing 
golden circles in the clouds, and the arching water-shoots 
burned bright. Julienne bent upon Albano — near whom 
she had constantly remained, as if by way of atonement 
— a hearty look, as if he were her brother, and Charles 
said to Liana, " Sister, thy evening song ! " " With all 
my heart," said she ; for she was right glad of the oppor- 
tunity to withdraw herself, with the melancholy serious- 
ness of her enjoyment, and down below in the solitary 
room to utter aloud, on the harmonica-bells, all that 
which rapture and the eyes bury in silence. 

She went down; the melodious requiem of the day 
went up, — the zephyr of sound, the harmonica, flew, 
waving, over the garden-blossoms, — and the tones cra- 
dled themselves on the thin lilies of the up-growing water, 
and the silver lilies burst aloft for pleasure, and from the 
brightness of the sun, into flamy blossoms, and over 
yonder reposed mother sun in a blue pasture, and looked 
greatly and tenderly upon her human children. Canst 
thou, then, hold thy heart, Albano, so that it shall remain 
concealed with its joys and sorrows, when thou hearest 
the peaceful virgin walking in the moonlight of tones ? 
O when the tone which trickles down in the ether an- 
nounces to her the early wasting away of her life, and 
when the soft, long-drawn melodies flow away from her 
like the rose-oil of many crushed days ; dost thou not 
think of that, Albano ? How the human creature plays ! 
The little Helena flings up auriculas at the flashing water- 
veins, in order that she may dash one of them with the 
spray of the intercepted jet, and the youth Zesara bends 
far over the balustrade, and lets the stream of water leap 
off from his sloping hand upon his hot face and eye, in 
order to cool and conceal himself. The fiery veil was 



snatched from him by his sister; Rabette was one of 
those persons whom this musical tremor gnaws upon 
even physically, just as, on the other hand, the Captain 
was little affected by the harmonica, and indeed was 
always least moved when others were most so ; there 
were no pains with which the innocent girl was less 
familiar than with sweet ones ; the bitter-sweet melan- 
choly into which she sank away in the idle solitude of 
Sundays, she and others had scolded at as mere sullen- 
ness. At this moment she felt all at once, with a blush, 
her stout heart seized, whirled round, and scalded through 
as by hot whirlpools. Besides it had to-day already been 
swayed to and fro by the meeting with her brother again, 
the leaving of her mother, and her confused bashfulness 
before strangers, and even by the sight of the sunny-red 
mountain of Blumenbühl. In vain did the fresh brown 
eyes and the overripe full lip battle against the uprend- 
ing pain ; the hot springs tore their way through, and 
the blooming face with the strong chin grew red and full 
of tears. Painfully ashamed, and dreading to be taken 
for a child, especially as all her companions' emotions had 
remained invisible, she pressed her handkerchief over her 
burning face, and said to her brother, " I must go away, 
I am not well, I shall choke," — and ran down to the 
gentle Liana. 

Yes, thou needest only carry thither thy shy pangs ! 
Liana turned, and saw her hastily and violently drying 
her eyes. Ah, hers too were indeed full. When Rabette 
saw it, she said, courageously, " I absolutely cannot hear 
it, — I must scream, — I am really ashamed of myself." 
" O thou dear heart," cried Liana, joyfully falling upon 
her neck, " be not ashamed, and look into my eye ! Sister, 
come to me, as often as thou art troubled ; I will gladly 



weep with thy soul, and dry thy eye even sooner than 
my own." There was an overmastering enchantment in 
these tones, — in these looks of love, because Liana 
fancied she was mourning over some eclipsed star or 
other of her life. And never did trembling gratitude 
embrace more freshly and youthfully a venerated heart 
than did Rabette Liana. 

And now came Albano. Awakened by the dying away 
of the cradle-song, he had hurried after her, leaving all 
the cold and other drops unwiped from his fiery cheeks. 
" What ails thee, sister ? " he asked, hastily. Liana, still 
lingering in the embrace and the inspiration, answered 
quickly, " You have a good sister ; I will love her as her 
brother does." The sweet words of the so deeply affected 
souls and the fiery storm of his being carried him away, 
and he clasped the embracing ones and pressed the 
sisterly hearts to each other and kissed his sister ; when, 
at the sight of Liana's confused bending aside of her 
head, he was terrified and flamed up crimson. 

He must needs fly. With these wild agitations he 
could not stay in the presence of Liana, and before the 
cold, mirroring glances of the company. But the night 
was to be as wonderful as the day ; he hastened with live 
looks, that appeared like angry ones, out of the city to 
the Titaness, Nature, who at once calms and exalts us. 
He went along by exposed mill-wheels, about which 
the stream wound itself in foam. The evening clouds 
stretched themselves out like giants at rest, and basked 
in the ruddy dawn of America, and the storm swept 
among them, and the fiery Briareuses started up ; night 
built the triumphal-arch of the milky -way, and the giants 
marched gloomily under. And in every element Nature, 
like a storm-bird, beat her rustling wings. 



Albano lay, without knowing it, on the woodland bridge 
of Lilar, under which the wind-streams went roaring 
through. He glowed like the clouds with the lingering 
tinges of his sun ; his inner wings were, like those of the 
ostrich, full of spines, and wounded while they lifted him ; 
the romantic spiritual day, the letter of his father, Liana's 
tearful eyes, his boldness, and then his bliss and remorse 
about it, and now the sublime night-world on all sides 
round about him, passed to and fro within him and shook 
his young heart; he touched with his fiery cheek the 
moistened tree-tops, and did not cool himself, and he was 
near to that sounding, flying heart, the nightingale, and 
yet hardly heard her. Like a sun, his heart goes through 
his pale thoughts, and quenches on its path one constella- 
tion after another. On the earth and in the heavens, in 
the past and in the future, stood before Albano only one 
form ; " Liana," said his heart, " Liana," said all nature. 

He went down the bridge and up the western trium- 
phal-arch, and the glimmering Lilar lay before him in 
repose. Lo ! there he saw the old " pious father " on the 
balustrade of the arch, fast asleep. But how different 
was the revered form from the picture of it which he had 
shaped to himself according to that of the deceased Prince. 
The white locks, flowing richly down under the Quaker 
hat, the femininely and poetically rounded brow, the 
arched nose and the youthful lip, which even in late life 
had not yet withered, and the childlikeness of the soft 
face, announced a heart which, in the evening-twilight 
of age, takes its rest and looks toward the stars. How 
lonely is the holy sleep ! The Death-angel has conducted 
man out of the light world into the dark hermitage built 
over it ; his friends stand without near the cell ; within, 
the hermit talks with himself, and his darkness grows 



brighter and brighter, and jewels and pastures and 
whole spring-days gleam out at last, — and all is clear 
and broad ! Albano stood before the sleep with an 
earnest soul, which contemplates life and its riddles; — 
not only the incoming and the outgoing of life are hid- 
den with a manifold veil, but even the short path itself ; 
as around Egyptian temples, so around the greatest of 
all temples sphinxes lie, and, reversing the case as it 
was with the sphinx, he only solves the riddle who dies. 

The old man spoke, behind the speech-grating of sleep, 
with dead ones who had journeyed with him over the 
morning meadows of youth, and addressed with heavy 
lip the dead Prince and his spouse. How sublimely did 
the curtain of the venerable countenance, pictured over 
with a long life, hang down before the pastoral world of 
youth dancing behind it, and how touchingly did the gray 
form roam round with its youthful crown in the cold 
evening dew of life, taking it for morning-dew, and look- 
ing toward the east, and toward the sun ! The youth 
ventured only to touch lovingly a lock of the old man ; 
he meant to leave him, in order not to alarm him with a 
strange form, before the rising moon should have touched 
his eyelids and awakened him. Only he would first 
crown the teacher of his loved one with the twigs of a 
neighboring laurel. When he came back from it, the 
moon had already penetrated with her radiance through 
the great eyelids, and the old man opened them before 
the exalted youth, who, with the glowing rosy moon of 
his countenance, glorified by the moon overhead, stood 
before him like a genius with the crown. " Justus ! " 
cried the old man, " is it thou ? " He took him for the 
old Prince, who, with just such blooming cheeks and 
open eyes, had passed before him in the under-world 
of dreams. 

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But he soon came back out of the dreamy Elysium 
into the botanical, and knew even Albano's name. The 
Count, with open mien, grasped his hands, and said to him 
how long and profoundly he had respected him. Spener 
answered in few and quiet words, as old men do who 
have seen everything on the earth so often. The glory 
of the moonlight flowed down now on the tall form, and 
the quietly open eye was illumined, — an eye which not 
so much penetrates as lets everything penetrate it. The 
almost cold stillness of the features, the youthful gait of 
the tall form, which bore its years upright as a crown 
upon the head, not as a burden upon the back, more as 
flowers than as fruit, the singular mixture of former 
manly ardor and of womanly tenderness, — all this called 
up before Albano the image of a prophet of the Eastern 
land. That broad stream which came roaring down 
through the alps of youth, glides now calmly and 
smoothly through its pastures ; but throw rocks before 
it, and again it starts up roaring. 

The old man looked upon the youthful youth, the 
oftener the more warmly. In our days youth is, in 
young men, a bodily and spiritual beauty at once. He 
invited him to accompany him this beautiful night to 
his quiet cottage, which stands overhead there near the 
church-spire, that looks down from above into flute-dell. 
On the singular, mazy paths which they now took, Lilar 
was transformed to Albano's eyes into a new world ; like 
flying silver clouds of night, the glimmering beauties were 
continually shifting and arranging themselves together 
into new groups, and occasionally the two companions 
penetrated through exotic shrubbery with lively-colored 
blossoms and wondrous odors. The pious father asked 
him with interest about his former and present life. 



They came to the opening of a dark passage into the 
earth. Spener, in a friendly manner, took Albano's right 
hand, and said this way led up to his mountain-abode. 
But soon it seemed to go downward. The stream of the 
vale, the Kosana, sounded even in here, but only single 
drops of moonlight trickled through scattered mountain 
openings overspun with twigs. The excavation extended 
farther downward ; still more remotely murmured the 
water in the vale. And yet a nightingale sang a lay 
that grew nearer and nearer. Albano was composed 
and silent. Everywhere they went along before nar- 
row gates of splendor which only a star of heaven 
seemed to fling in. They descended now to a distant, 
illuminated magic bower of bright red and poisonous 
dark flowers, arched over at once with little peaked 
leaves and great broad foliage ; and a confusing white 
light, partly sprinkled about by the living rays that 
gushed in, and partly flying off from the lilies only as 
white dust, drew the eye into an intoxicating whirl. 
Zesara entered with a dazzled eye, and as he looked to 
the right, in the direction of the fire that rained in, he 
found Spener's eye sharply fixed upon something to the 
left ; he looked thither, and saw an old man, entirely like 
the deceased Prince, dart by and stalk into a side cav- 
ern ; his hand quivered with affright, so did Spener's, — 
the latter pressed hastily on downward ; and at last there 
glistened a blue, starry opening : they stepped out . . . 

Heavens ! a new starry arch ; a pale sun moves 
through the stars, and they swim, as in play, after him, 
■ — below reposes an enraptured earth full of glitter and 
flowers ; its mountains run gleaming away up toward 
the arch of heaven, and bend over toward Sirius ; and 
through the unknown land delights glide, like dreams 
over which man weeps for joy. 


" What is that ? Am I on or under the earth ? " said 
Albano, astounded ; and his wandering eye fled for refuge 
to the face of a living man, — "I saw a dead man." 
Much more affectionately than before, the old man an- 
swered, " This is Lilar ; behind us is my little house ! " 
He explained the mechanical illusion * of the descent. 
" Here, now, have I stood so many thousand times, and 
feasted myself with so fervent a heart on the works of 
God. How looked the form, my son ? " " Like the 
dead Prince," said Alban. In a startled, but almost com- 
manding tone, Spener said, with a low voice, " Be silent, 
like me, until his time, — it was not he. Thy salvation 
and the salvation of many hangs thereon. Go no more 
to-day through the passage." 

Albano, half-angered by all the experience of this sin- 
gular day, said, " Well, then, I go back through Tartarus. 
But what means the ghostly creation that everywhere 
pursues me ? " " Thou hast," said the old man, lovingly 
and refreshingly, laying a finger on the youth's brow, 
" nothing but invisible friends about thee, — and cast 
thyself everywhere upon God. There are a great many 
Christians who say, God is near or far off, that his wis- 
dom and his goodness appear quite specially in one age 
or another, — truly that is idle deception ; is he not the 
unchangeable, eternal Love, and does he not love and 
bless us at one hour just as much as at another ? " As 
we ought, properly, to call the eclipse of the sun an 
eclipse of the earth, so it is man who is obscured, never 
the Infinite ; but we are like the people who look at the 
obscuration of the sun in the water, and then, when the 

* Weigel. in Jena, invented the inverted bridge (pons heteroclitus), 
a stairway on which a person seems to descend, by going up. — Bunk's 
Handbook of Inventions, Vol. VII. 


water trembles, cry out, " See how the glorious sun 
struggles ! " 

Albano stepped into the solitude of the old man's 
neatly ordered dwelling, only with heaviness, because, in 
the hot ashes of his volcano, every feeling put forth and 
throve the more luxuriantly. Spener pointed over from 
his mountain-ridge to the little so-called "Thunderhouse,"* 
and advised him to occupy it this summer. Albano took 
his leave at length, but his agitated heart was a sea, in 
which the morning sun is glowingly still half reflected, 
and into which, at evening, a lead-colored storm dips, and 
which swells glistening under the storm. He looked up 
from below at the old man, who was looking after him ; but 
he would hardly have wondered to day if he had either 
sunk or ascended. With indignant and spirited resolutions, 
to stake and sacrifice his life for his love, at which cold 
hands were grasping, he strode without any fear through 
Tartarus, which, by the magnifying mirror of night, was 
distorted into a black giant armament : thus is the spirit- 
world only a region of our inner world, and / fear only 
myself. When he stood before the altar of the heart in 
the dumb night, where nothing was audible but the 
thoughts, then did the bold spirit advise him repeatedly 
to call upon the dead old man, and swear aloud by his 
heart, full of dust; but when he looked up to the fair 
heavens, his heart was consecrated, and only prayed, 
" O good God, give me Liana ! " 

It grew dark ; the clouds, which he had taken for the 
shining mountains of a new earth, stretching away into 
the heavens, had reached the moon, and overshadowed it 
with darkness. 

* It had the name from its height and its being so often struck with 


Roquairol's Love. — Philippic against Lovers. — The Pic- 
tures. — Albano Albani. — The Harmonic Tete-a-tete. — 
The Ride to Blumenbühl. 

60. CYCLE. 

UT of the drops which the harmonica had 
wrung from Rabette's heart the old enchanter, 
Fate, is perhaps preparing, as other enchanters 
do out of blood, dark forms ; for Roquairol 
had seen it, and wondered at the sensibility of a heart 
which hitherto had been set in motion more by occu- 
pations than by romances. Now he drew nearer to her 
with a new interest. Since the night of the oath, he 
had drawn his heart out of all unworthy fetters. In 
this freedom of victory, he went forward proudly, and 
stretched out his arms more lightly and longingly after 
noble love. He now visited his sister incessantly ; but 
he still kept to himself. Rabette was not fair enough 
for him, beside his tender sister. She was an artifi- 
cial ribbon-rose beside one by Van der Ruysch ; she said 
herself, naively, that she looked, with her village-com- 
plexion in white lawn, like black-tea in white cups. 
But in her healthy eyes, not yet corroded into dimness 
by tragical drops, and on her fresh lips, life glowed ; her 
• powerful chin and her arched nose threatened and prom- 


ised spirit and strength ; and her upright and downright 
heart grasped and repelled decidedly and intensely. He 
determined to prove her. The Talmud* forbids to in- 
quire after the price of a thing, when one does not mean 
to buy it ; but the Roquairols always cheapen and look 
further. They tear a soul in two, as children do a bee, 
in order to eat out of it the honey which it would gather. 
They borrow from the eel, not only his dexterity in 
slipping away, but also the power to twine around the 
arm and crush it. 

And now he let all the dazzling powers of his multi- 
form nature play before her, — the sense of his ascen- 
dency permitted him to move freely and gracefully, and 
the careless heart seemed open on all sides, — he linked 
so freely earnestness and jest, glow and glitter, the great- 
est and the least, and energy with mildness. Unhappy 
girl ! now art thou his ; and he snatches thee from thy 
terra firma with rapacious wings up into the air, and 
then hurls thee down. Like a vine running on a light- 
ning-rod, thou w r ilt richly unfold thy powers and bloom 
up on him ; but he will draw down the lightning upon 
himself and thy blossoms, and strip thee of thy leaves 
and rend thee utterly. 

Rabette had never conceived of such a man, much less 
seen one ; he made his way by main force into her sound 
heart, and a new w T orld went in after him. Through 
Liana's love for the Captain, hers mounted still higher ; 
and the two could speak of their brothers in friendly 
reciprocation. The good Liana sought to bring to the 
help of her friend many a thing which would hardly 
take hold, particularly mythology, which, by reason of 
the French pronunciation of the names of the gods, was 

* Basa Metzia, c. 4, m 10. 

17 Y 

3 86 


still more unserviceable to her. Even with books Liana 
sought to bring them together ; so that reading was to 
her a sort of week-day Divine service, which she attended 
with true devotion, and was always delighted when it 
was over. Through all these water-wheels of knowl- 
edge streamed Roquairol's love, and helped drive and 
draw. How many blushes now flitted without any occa- 
sion over her whole face ! The laugh which once ex- 
pressed her gayety, came now too often, and betokened 
only a helpless heart, which longed to sigh. 

So stood matters with her when Charles once play- 
fully stole behind her and covered her eyes with his 
hand, in order, under the mask of her brother's voice, 
to give her soft, sisterly names. She confounded the 
similar voices ; she pressed the hand heartily, but her 
eye was hot and moist. Then she discovered the mis- 
take, and flew with the concealed evening and morning 
redness of her countenance out of the room. Now he 
looked closer into the eyes of Liana, who blamed him 
for it, and hers too had wept. She would fain at first 
conceal from him the object of the sisterly emotion ; but 
another's No was to him, of old, an auxiliary verb, — a 
fair wind blowing him into port. Liana grew more and 
more agitated ; at last she related how Rabette's account 
of Albano's youthful history had drawn from her in turn 
the history of his early relations, and that she had por- 
trayed to her the bloody night of the masquerade, and 
even shown his bloody dress. " And then," said Liana, 
" she wept with me as heartily as if she had been thy 
sister. O, it is a dear heart ! " Charles saw the two 
linked together like two pastures, namely, by the rain- 
bow which stands over both with its drops ; he drew 
her with thankful love to his breast. "Art thou then 


happy ? " asked Liana, in a tone ominous of something 

She must needs disclose to him her full heart, and tell 
him all. He heard with astonishment, how that whole 
Tartarus-night, on which the unknown voice had prom- 
ised Linda de Romeiro to his friend, had been made 
known to her. By whom? She held an inexorable 
silence ; he contented himself, because, to be sure, it could 
only have been Augusti, who was the only one that knew 
of it. "And now believest thou, thou heart from heaven," 
said he, " that I and the brother of my soul could ever 
separate by robbing each other? O, it is all otherwise, all 
otherwise ! He curses the mock-spirits and the object of 
the mimicry. O he loves me ; and my heart will rejoice 
in the day when it is his ! " The touching ambiguity of 
these last words dissolved him in a sacred melancholy. 

But she, in the midst of the heartiest overflow of feel- 
ing, took part, as if out of piety, with the spirits, and said : 
" Speak not thus of spiritual apparitions ! They exist, that 
I know, — only one needs not fear them." Here, how- 
ever, with firm hand she held fast the veil over her experi- 
ences ; he too had known long since, that, notwithstanding 
her most tremblingly delicate feelings, which shrunk even 
from the sight of the blue veins on the lily hand, as from 
a wound, she had appeared unexpectedly courageous be- 
fore the dead and in the ghostly hours of fantasy. 

Behind the waves of so different an emotion which now 
drove his heart up and down, Rabette was eclipsed. 
He burned now only for the hour when he could tell his 
Albano the singular treachery of the Lector. 



61 . CYCLE. 

EVEN before the Captain disclosed to his friend Au- 
gustus probable treachery, Albano was almost en- 
tirely at variance with his two tutors. In a circle full of 
young hearts which beat for one another, and still more 
fondly fight for one another, two always take an indissolu- 
ble hold of each other, and become one at others' expense. 

Albano boldly broke with every one whom Charles 
displeased. Besides, Schoppe had long been loved by 
few, because few can endure a perfectly free man ; the 
flower-chains hold better, they think, when galley-chains 
run through them. He, therefore, could not bear it, when 
one " with too close a love clambered up round him so 
tightly that he had the freedom of his arms no more than 
if he wore them in bandages of eighty heads." * The 
sarcastic liveliness of his pantomime chilled the Captain, 
by having the appearance of a somewhat stricter obser- 
vation, more than did the composed face of the Lector, 
who from that very circumstance took everything more 
sharply into his still eye. 

The good Schoppe had one fault which no Albano 
forgives, namely, his intolerance toward the " female 
saintly images of isinglass," as he expressed it, — toward 
the tender errors of the heart, the sacred excesses by 
which man weaves into this short life a still shorter 
pleasure. On one occasion Charles walked up and down 
with arms akimbo and drooping head, as on a stage, and 
said, accidentally, so that the Titular-librarian overheard 
him, "01 was very little understood by the world in 
my youth." He said nothing further ; but let anybody 

* The head of a bandage is a technical term in surgery. — Tr. 


shake, in jest, a baker's dozen * of hornets, a basket of 
crabs, a mug of wood-pismires, all at once over the 
Librarian's skin, and take a flying observation of the 
effect of the stinging, nipping, biting ; then can one, in 
a measure at least, conceive what a quivering, swelling, 
and irritation there was in him, so soon as he heard the 
above-mentioned phraseology. " Mr. Captain ! " he be- 
gan, drawing in a long breath, " I can stand through a 
good deal on this rusty, stupid earth, — famine, pesti- 
lence, courts, the stone, and fools from pole to pole ; but 
your phraseology surpasses the strength of my shoulders. 
Sir Captain, you may, most certainly, use this rhetoric 
with perfect justice, because you, as you say, are not 
understood. But, O heavens ! devils ! I hear, in fact, 
thirty thousand young men and maidens, from one cir- 
culating-library to another, all with inflated breast, saying 
and groaning round and round, that nobody understands 
them, neither their grandfather nor their god-parents, 
nor the conrector, when, in fact, the wrapping-paper, f 
commonplace pack does not itself understand. But the 
young man means by this merely a maiden, and the 
maiden a young man ; these can appreciate each other. 
Out of love will I undertake, as out of potatoes, to serve 
up fourteen different dishes ; let one just shear off, as 
they do off of the bears in Göttingen, its beastly hair, 
and no Blumenbach would any longer recognize it. 

" Mr. Von Froulay, I have somewhat often compared 

* The German word mandel (literally almond) means a collection 
of fifteen. There being no one word expressing it collectively in Eng- 
lish, baker's dozen (which means thirteen) seems to come near enough. 
— Tr. 

t See Dr. Franklin's verses, comparing different classes of people 
to different kinds of paper. Sparks's edition of Franklin's Works, Vol. 
II. p. 161. — Tk. 



this cursed exaltation of souls, merely from low motives, 
with the English horsetails, which also always stand point- 
ing to heaven, only because their sinews have been cut. 
Must not one be mad, when one hears every day, and reads 
every day, how the commonest souls, the very doggerels 
and trumpeters' pieces of Nature, think themselves exalted 
by love above all people, like cats that fly with hogs' 
bladders buckled on to them ; how they rendezvous in the 
hare's form and emporium of love, the other world, as on 
a Blocksberg, and how, on this finch-ground, in this theat- 
rical green-room (or dressing-room, which then becomes 
the opposite), they drive their business until they are 
coupled. Then it 's all over ; fancy and poesy, which 
now should be to them for the first time serviceable, are 
caught ! They run away from them like lice from the 
dead, although on these the hair continues to sprout out. 
They shudder at the next world ; and when they become 
widowers and widows, they do their courting very well 
without the hogs' bladders, and without the decoy-feath- 
ers, and the folding screen of the next world. Such 
a thing as this now, Sir Captain, provokes one, and then, 
in the heat, the just must suffer with the unjust, as your 
ears unfortunately attest ! " 

Alban, who never light-mindedly forgave, silently sep- 
arated himself from a heart, which, as he unjustly said, 
quenched the flames of love with satiric gall. 

In the chain of friendship with Augusti, one ring after 
another absolutely broke in twain. The Count found 
in the Lector a spirit of littleness which was more re- 
volting to him than any bad spirit. The elegance of a 
good courtier, his propensity to keep the smallest secrets 
as faithfully as the greatest, his passion for starting up 
behind every action a long plan, his thirsty curiosity for 


genuine historical sources, at court and in the city, and Iiis 
coldness toward philosophy, so dried up the overstrained 
image which Albano had formed of him, that it wrinkled 
up and grew full of rents. Such dissimilarities never 
rise among cultivated men to open feuds ; but they 
secretly put upon the inner man one piece of armor after 
another, till he stands there in solid mail, and strikes out. 

Now, in addition to all this, the Lector bore the Cap- 
tain a hearty grudge, because he cost the Minister's lady 
many anxious hours, and Liana, and even the Count, 
much money, and because he seemed to him to pervert 
the youth. The otherwise directly ascending flame of 
Albano was now, by the obstacles thrown in the way of 
his love, bent on all sides, and, like soldering fire, burned 
more sharply ; but this sharpness Augusti ascribed to 
the friend. Albano appeared to those whom he loved 
warmer, to those whom he endured colder, than he was, 
and his earnestness was easily confounded with defiance 
and pride ; but the Lector imagined that Albano's love 
was stolen from him by Charles. 

He undertook, with equal refinement and frankness, 
to play off on the Count a good map-card of the spots 
which were thickly sown in the heavenly body of this 
Jupiter. But he tore every map. Charles's painful 
confessions on that night extinguished all additions by 
other hands. And Albano's grand faith, that one must 
shield a friend entirely, and trust him entirely, warded off 
every influence. O it is a holy time, in which man de- 
sires offerings and priests, without fail, for the altar of 
friendship and love, and — beholds them ; and it is a too 
cruel time, in which the so often cheated, belied bosom 
prophesies to itself, on another's bosom, in the midst of 
the love-draught of the moment, the cold neighborhood 
of bankruptcy ! 

39 2 


As the Lector saw perfectly that Alban, at many of 
his charges against Charles, — for instance, of his wild- 
ness and disorder, — remained cold, for the reason that 
he might deem himself to be reproached over another's 
shoulders, as the French (according to Thickness) take 
home the praises given to another ; he now, instead of 
the point of similarity, took hold of an entire dissimi- 
larity of the Captain, his light-mindedness toward the 
sex. But this only made the matter worse. For, in 
matters of love, Charles was to him the higher fire- 
worshipper, and the Lector only the one whom the coal 
of this fire blackens. Augusti cherished, in regard to 
love, pretty nearly the principles of the great world, 
which, merely for honor's sake, he never coined into 
action, and he assigned only the cloud-heaven near the 
earth to love. The Captain, however, spoke of a third 
heaven, or heaven of joy, as belonging thereto, wherein 
only saints are the blest. Augusti, after the manner of 
the great world, spoke much more freely than he acted, 
and sometimes as openly as if he were dining in the 
hall of a watering-place. Charles spoke like a maiden. 
The virgin ear of Albano, which is easily corrupted in 
good visiting-parlors, and which in study-chambers re- 
mains intact, united to his want of the experience that a 
cynical tongue is often found in the most continent men, 
for instance, in our buffoonery-loving forefathers, and an 
ascetic one in modest libertines, — these two things must 
naturally have involved the pure young man in a double 

Thus did Augusti start up within him more and 
more storm-birds. Both came often to the verge of a 
complete feud and challenge ; for the Lector had too 
much honor to fear any one thing, and dared in cold 
blood as much as another in hot. 


Now, at length, did Charles disclose fully to his friend, 
though with all the tenderness of friendship, Liana's ac- 
quaintance with that Tartarus-night. " The otherwise 
reserved Lector must be after nearer advantages with 
his tattling," Albano concluded, and now the toad of 
jealousy, which lives and grows in the living tree without 
any visible way in or out, nursed itself to full size in 
his warm heart. Unanswered love is besides the most 
jealous. God knows whether he is not scenery-master 
of these ghost scenes working in and through each other 
with so many wheels. All these are Albano's private 
conclusions ; open accusations were forbidden by his 
sense of honor. But his warm heart, always expressing 
itself, demanded a warmer society, and this he found 
when he followed the pious father, and went to Lilar 
into the Thunderhouse, into the midst of the flowers and 
summits, in order, lying nearer to the heart of Nature, 
to dream and enjoy more sweetly. 

There was only one warm, sun-bright spot for him in 
Charles's historical picture ; namely, the hope that per- 
haps only the mistakes about his relation to the Countess, 
out of which Liana had been helped by her brother, had 
dictated to her the evenly cold deportment which she 
had hitherto maintained towards him. On this sunny 
side Rabette threw a billet, in which she wrote him that 
she was going back to her parents on Saturday, because 
the Minister was coming. That hope, this intelligence, 
the prospect of less favorable circumstances, his going to 
Lilar, — all this decided him in the purpose of snatch- 
ing to himself a solitary moment, and therein casting off 
before Liana the veil from his soul and hers. 




62. CYCLE. 

SINGULARLY did events cut across each other on 
the day when Albano came into the Ministerial 
house to take leave of Rabette, and (a trembling voice 
said within him) of Liana, too. Rabette beckoned to 
him, from the window, to come to her chamber. She 
had folded together the Icarus's wings of her apparel 
into the trunks. Over her inner being a prostrating 
storm swept to and fro. Charles had disturbed the 
equilibrium of her heart by his warmth, and had not 
restored it again by a word of recompense. Like the 
doves, she flutters around the high conflagration. may 
she not, like them, escape with singed feathers, and come 
back again, and at last fall into it ! She said she had 
longed for her friends, ever since she saw yesterday a 
flock of sheep driven through the city. She should ac- 
company, on Saturday, Liana and her mother to attend 
the consecration of the church, and the interment of the 
princely couple. He begged her, so abruptly and eagerly, 
to contrive for him to-day a solitary moment with her 
friend in the garden, that he absolutely did not hear her 
sweet news of Liana's intention to stay there and make 
her a visit. 

Alas ! he found with the Minister's lady that showman 
of magnificent pictures, who, like Nature, made not only 
a beginning of his spring, but an end of his autumn, with 
poisonous flowers,* Mr. Von Bouverot. Dian had sent 
him four heavenly copies from Rome ; these he opened 
with dry, artistic palate. Liana received the Count again 
as ever. Was, perhaps, Raphael's Madonna delta Sedia, 

* It is well known that spring flowers, on account of dampness and 
shade, are for the most part suspicious; as also the autumnal ones. 


in whose heaven-descended palladium her tender soul 
was absorbed, the seal-keeper of her holiest mystery ? 
The all-forgetting artistic passion became her so grace- 
fully ! Her optic nerves had become, by her long paint- 
ing, like delicate feelers, which closed fast around lovely 
forms. Certain female forms, like this one, stirred up 
her whole soul. For she had, in childhood, sketched 
in her inner heaven shining constellations of the heroines 
of romances, and in general of unseen women ; great 
ideas of their spirit, their heavenly walk, their exaltation 
above all that she had ever seen ; and she had felt equal 
shyness and longing to meet one such. Hence she went 
forth out of this colossal nympheum * of her fancy, so 
easily dazzled, and with such warm, heartfelt reverence, 
to meet pure female friends and the Countess Romeiro. 
Now certain pictures brought back these altar-pieces 
like copies. The good girl thought not of this, but her 
friend may well have done so, that one needed only to 
quicken into life the eyes of this loving, down-gazing 
Mary, and merely to warm these lips with tones, and 
then one had Liana. 

The German gentleman went on, and now placed be- 
side each other Raphael's Joseph, telling his brothers a 
dream, and the older Joseph, interpreting one to a king, 
and began to translate the three Raphaels into words, 
and that with so much felicity, and not only with so 
much insight into mechanics and genius, but also with 
such a precise setting forth of every human and moral 
lineament, that Albano took him for a hypocrite, and 
Liana for a very good man. She seized every word 
with a wide-open heart. When Bouverot painted the 
prophesying Joseph, as at once childlike, natural, still, 

* Museum of Nympkse or Chrysalides. — Tr. 

39 6 


and firm as a rock, and glowing and threatening, there 
stood the original at her side. 

There also dropped from the German gentleman much 
thought about Da Vinci's boy Christ in the Temple, 
about the magnificently executed fraternization and 
adoption of the boy and the youth in one face. Liana 
had also copied the copy, but she and her mother were 
modestly silent on the subject. 

But at last Franciscus Albani disturbed the calm that 
had hitherto prevailed, by his " Repose during the Flight." 
While he acted the dream-interpreter to these pictur- 
esque dreams, and Rabette had her eyes fastened sharply 
on the Saint Joseph of this picture, sitting beside Mary, 
with an open book, Liana said, unluckily, "A fine 
Albani ! " "I should think not," Rabette whispered ; 
" brother is much more beautiful than this praying Jo- 
seph ! " She had confounded Albani with Albano ; her 
whole picture-gallery lay in the hymn-book, whose 
hymns she separated from each other with golden-red 
saints. The others did not comprehend ; they knew him 
only as Count of Zesara, — but Liana, sweetly blushing, 
flung at Rabette a tenderly reproving glance, and looked, 
with mute endurance, more closely at another picture. 
Never before in Albano, — in whom the strongest and 
the tenderest feelings coupled, as the echo makes thunder 
louder and music lower, — had the bitter-sweet mingling 
of love and pity and shame wrought more warmly, and 
he could have at once knelt down before the maiden, and 
yet have kept silent. 

The German gentleman had finished, and said to the 
men, with a look full of victory, " He had, however, 
something more in his case, which bore away the palm 
from the Raphaels ; and he would beg them to follow 


him into the adjoining apartment." On the way, he ob- 
served, that few works were executed with such mag- 
nificent freedom and bold abandon. In the room he un- 
packed a little bronze Satyr, against whom an overtaken 
nymph is defending herself. " Divine ! " said Bouverot, 
and held the group by a thread, in order not to rub off 
the rust. " Divine ! I set the Satyr against the Christ ! " , 
Few have even a moderate idea of the amazement of 
my hero, when he saw the critic set virtue and vice at 
once at a round table, without any quarrel for precedency. 

With a fiery glance of contempt, he turned away, and 
wondered that the Lector remained. It seems to be un- 
known to him that painting, like poetry, only in its child- 
hood related to gods and divine service, but that by and 
by, when they grew up to a higher stature, they must 
needs stride out from this narrow churchyard, — as a 
chapel * was originally a church with church-music, until 
both were left out, and the pure music retained. Bou- 
verot had the regard for pure form in so high a degree, 
that not only the smuttiest, most immoral subject, but 
even the most pure and devout, could not contaminate 
his enjoyment ; like slate, he stood the two proofs of 
heating and freezing, without undergoing any change. 

Albano had seen the maidens through the window in 
the alley, and hastened down to take leave of his sister, 
and to something more weighty. He came, with fuller 
roses on his cheeks than those which glowed around 
him, to a grassy bank, where Liana, with his sister, was 
sitting behind the red parasol, with half-drooping eyelids, 
and head bent aside, softly absorbed in the harvest of 
evening, suffused with a sunny redness by the parasol, 
in white dress, with a little slender black cross on her 

* In the artistic technical sense. — Tr. 



tender bosom, and with a full rose ; she looked upon 
our lover so simply, her voice was so sisterly, and all 
was such pure, careless love ! She told him how de- 
lighted she was with the scenes of his youth, and with 
country life, and how Rabette would conduct her every- 
where; and particularly to the consecration discourse, 
which her father-confessor, Spener, was to deliver on 
Sunday. She talked herself into a glow, with picturing 
how greatly the great breast of the old man would be 
moved by the dirge and paean over the ashes of his 
princely friend. 

Rabette had nothing in her mind but the solitary min- 
ute, which she would fain leave her brother to enjoy with 
her. She begged her, in a lively manner, to play for her 
yet once more on the harmonica. Albano, at this pro- 
posal, plucked for himself a moderate nosegay from the — 
foliage of the tree that hung over his head. Liana looked 
at her warningly, as much as to say : " I shall spoil thy 
cheerfulness for thee again." But she insisted. At the 
entrance into the water-house, a light blush flitted across 
Albano, at the thought of the latest past and the nearest 

Liana speedily opened the harmonica, but the water, 
the colophonium* of the bells, was wanting. Rabette 
was just going to fill a glass down at the fountains, for 
the sake of leaving them alone ; but the Count, from 
manly awkwardness about entering at once into a ruse, 
stepped courteously before her and fetched it himself. 
Hardly, at length, had the lovely, pleasing creature laid, 
with a sigh, her delicate hands on the brown bells, when 
Rabette said to her, she would go down into the alley 
to hear how it sounded at a distance. As if at the pain- 

* A black resin, used for violin-strings. — Tr. 



ful sunstroke of a too sudden and great pleasure, his 
heart started up, he heard the triumphal car of love 
rolling afar off, and he was fain to leap into it and rattle 
away into life. The credulous Liana took the with- 
drawal for a veil which Rabette wished to throw over 
her eye, sweetly breaking into tears at music, and imme- 
diately removed her hands from the bells ; but Rabette 
kissed her entreatingly, pressed back her hands upon 
them, and ran down. " The true heart ! " said Liana ; 
but this pure, guileless confidence in her friend touched 
him, and he could not say, Yes. 

When, in the meadows of Persia, a happy one, who, 
on the luxuriant enamel has been sleeping down among 
the pinks and lilies and tulips, blissfully opens his eyes 
at the first evening call of the nightingale upon the still, 
tepid world, and the motley twilight, through which some 
gold threads of the evening sun float glowingly : that 
blissful one is like the youth Albano in the enchanted 
chamber, — the Venetian blinds scattered round broken 
lights, trembling green shadows ; and there was a holy 
twilight as in groves around temples; only murmuring 
bees flew, out of the loud, distant world, through the silent 
cell, into the noise again. Some sharp streaks of sun- 
shine, like lightnings before sleepers, were wafted roman- 
tically to and fro with the rose ; and in this dreamy 
grotto, amid the rustling wood of the world, the solitude 
was not disturbed by so much as the shadowy existence 
of a mirror. 

Into this enchantment she let the tones fly out of her 
hands like nightingales, — the tones were propelled to- 
wards Albano, as by a storm, now more clearly, and now 
more faintly ; he stood before her, with folded hands, as 
if in prayer, and hung with thousand looks of love on 



the downward gazing form; all at once she lifted upon 
him that holy eye, full of sympathy, but she suddenly 
cast it down before the sun-glance of his. 

Now the great eyelids immovably closed upon the 
sweet looks, and gave her, like a sleep, the appearance 
of absence ; she seemed a white May-flower on wintry 
soil, hanging down its blossom-bells. She was a dying 
saint in the devotion of harmony, which she heard rather 
than made ; only the red lip she took with her as a 
warm reflection of life, as a last rose, that was to deck the 
fleeting angel ; could he disturb this prayer of music 
with a word of his ? 

With narrower and narrower circles did the magnetic 
vortex of tones and of love clasp him round, — and now, 
when the drawing of the harmonica, like the water-draw- 
ing of the scorching sun, licked up his heart ; and when 
the lightnings of passion darted over his whole life, and 
illumined the mountain-ridges of the future and the val- 
leys of the past, and when he felt his whole being con- 
centrated into one moment, he saw some drops trickle 
out from Liana's drooping eyes, and she looked up cheer- 
fully to let them fall; then Albano snatched her hand 
away from the keys, and cried, with the heart-rending 
tone of his longing, " O God, Liana ! " 

She trembled, she blushed, she looked at him, and 
knew not that she still wept and looked on, and continued 
to play no more. " No, Albano, no ! " she said, softly, 
and drew her hand out of his, and covered her face, 
started at the pause of the musical tones, and collected 
herself and again made them flow out slowly, and said, 
with trembling voice : " You are a noble being. You 
are like my Charles, but quite as passionate. Only one 
request ! I am about to leave the city for a while." 


His alarm at this became ecstasy, when she named 
the place, his Blumenbühl. She went on with difficulty 
before the delighted lover ; her hand often lay for a long 
time on the dissonance in forgetfulness of the analysis ; 
her eyes glimmered more moistly, although she said 
nothing more than this : " Be to my brother, who loves 
you inexpressibly, as he has loved no other yet, — O be 
to him everything! My mother recognizes your influ- 
ence. Draw him, — I will speak it out ! — especially 
draw him off from playing deeply!" 

He could hardly, for his confusion, asseverate the 
"Yes," when Rabette came running in with the almost 
unsuitably accented tidings, that the mother was coming. 
Probably she had seen that Rabette was alone. Albano 
parted from the pair with abrupt wishes of a pleasant jour- 
ney, and forgot, in the flurry, to answer in the affirmative 
Rabette's request for a visit. The mother, meeting him, 
ascribed his ardor to a brother's emotion at taking leave. 

While he hastened through the wealth of the season, 
he thought of the rich future, — of Liana's stammering 
and veiling : do not fair female souls, like those angels 
before the prophet, need only two wings to lift them, but 
four to veil themselves ? The sea of life ran in high 
waves, but everywhere it flashed on its broad surface, 
and sparks dropped from the oar. 

63. CYCLE. 

AH, on the morning following this, the evening red- 
ness of a whole heaven had grown, to be sure, 
into a sad cloudiness. For- Liana walked before the youth 
in such long, thick veils. Any mystery of trouble throws 
up cold cloister-walls between hearts drawn near to- 




gether ; that is manifest. Hitherto accidents of various 
kinds had bent aside some flowers which Liana had 
drawn as a veil over her heart (as the ground stories in 
cities prevent looking in at the windows by flowers and 
grape-vines), and had disclosed the darkest corner of the 
background, in which something like the reverse side 
of a bust hung, which, turned round, would perhaps re- 
semble the Count. But as yet the image hangs with 
its face toward the wall. However, a female heart is 
often like marble ; the cunning stone-cutter strikes a 
thousand blows, without the Parian block showing the 
line of a crack ; but all at once it breaks asunder into 
the very form which the cunning stone-cutter has so long 
been hammering after. 

On Saturday, when the Minister's lady and the pair of 
friends were about to start for Blumenbühl, in order to 
behold the burial and the consecration, the Captain came 
to the Count, not only full of joy, — for he had gladly, 
out of love to Rabette, helped make for Liana, not wings 
indeed, but still wing-shells, and out of a threefold interest 
for his friend, helped tighten the fly-work, — but also full 
of anxiety. But, ye muses ! why in the poetical world 
are there rarely any occurrences which have such mani- 
fold motives as often in the actual ? 

His anxiety was simply tins, lest his father should 
arrive earlier than his mother went off, — for he knew 
the Minister. The latter intended, according to his let- 
ters, to arrive on Monday or Tuesday (Saturday at the 
latest) ; but this might — as Froulay loved to let his 
friends swim in the broad play-room of expectation — 
still more certainly threaten that he — because, like the 
Basle clocks,* he always struck an hour too early, and 

* Alluding to the case where by this change of the town-clock the 
Basle people outwitted an enemy. — Tk. 


came in the hope of catching his people at some right 1 
odious thing — might at any minute come driving in at 
the court-yard gate. If he came driving furiously up this 
forenoon, or at the moment when the servant was lifting 
the daughter into the carriage, and the mother already 
sat therein, then was this much certain, by a thousand 
conclusions from observance, that both would have to go 
up into the house again ; that he would order all trunks 
and boxes unpacked, and, as to the daughter of the Pro- 
vincial Director, after her ten thousand entreaties, — 
although her very second would freeze upon her lips, — 
he would, in a friendly manner, with quite jocose equa- 
nimity, let her be carried home, as a solitary member 
of a conclave, in a close carriage. Certain men — and 
he is their generalissimo — know no sweeter cordial for 
themselves, than to put under lock and key, before the 
very nose of their friends, the garden-gates of some . 
Arcadia or other, for which they have not drawn up for 
them a map of the route and region, and judicially to seal 
them up. Besides, just before a pleasure party, most 
parents secrete gall ; if Froulay, in fact, could absolutely 
prevent one, that was as much for him as if he were 
himself returning home from one red and gay. 

At three o'clock in the afternoon, our friends went to 
walk beneath the loveliest sky. Everything had been al- 
ready arranged ; Charles proposed to follow to-morrow ; 
Albano not till Monday, after the general return (his 
tender motives, and the hard ones of others, decided it) ; 
and there floated through the whole vaulted blue no cloud 
but Charles's concern lest the second depositing of the 
princely corpse might draw his father along as early as 
to-day, . . . when he suddenly cried out, with a curse : 
" There he comes ! " He knew him by the tiger-spotted 



post-team, and still more by the long line of horses tackled 
on tandem. A purgatorial moment of life ! The car- 
riage rattled swiftly down the street ; the head horses 
streamed forth in a longer and quite disorderly train; 
the people stared. At last the pulling distance became 
an acre long, — that seemed quite impossible, — when 
Albano's eagle eye discovered that there was no leather 
connection between the post-train, and at last, that in fact 
there was merely a strange churl, with two horses, acci- 
dentally riding along before the carriage, and at this 
moment they saw the open triumphal car, with the female 
trinity slowly moving up the Blumenbühl heights, and 
the blended tulip-bed of the three parasols glimmered 
long after them. 


Albano and Liana. 

64. CYCLE. 

O many tender and holy sensibilities flutter 
round in our inner world, which, like angels, 
can never assume the bodily form of outward 
action, so many rich, full flowers stand therein 
which bear no seed, that it is lucky poetry has been 
invented, which easily treasures up all these inborn spirits 
and the flower-fragrance in its limbo. With this I catch, 
dear Albano, thy glorious perfume-breathing Sunday, and 
hold fast the invisible incense for the Schneider's-skin of 
the world! 

On Sunday he visited the thunder-house in Lilar. 
The Lector kept himself up with the hope that the Count 
would very soon tread down the flower-parterre of the 
new enjoyment as flat and dead as a cross-way. It was 
a fine morning, all sprinkled with dew ; a fresh wind 
blew from Lilar over the blooming grain ; and the 
sun burned alone in a cool heaven. Over the Blumen- 
bühl road a swarm of people were plodding onward, and 
no one went long alone ; on the Eastern heights he saw 
his friend Charles, with bowed crest, dashing to meet the 

The breezes of Lilar came flying to welcome him with 



a breath of orange-fragrance, and blew away the ashes 
which rested on the glowing altar-coals of that first mag- 
nificent Sunday. He went down the bridge, and Pollux, 
early in his finery, came driving a ruffled turkey-cock to 
meet him. A Sceur Servante of old Spener had been 
already for an hour cooking at Chariton's, merely to see 
him go by. The latter ran, festally decked, out of the 
house, which opened itself gayly with all its windows to 
fhe whole heavens, to meet him, and, in the confusion of 
her joy, broke out with the main matter first, namely, that 
everything was ready and beautiful up there in the little 
house, and whether he would have his dinner up there. 
She would fain, in the midst of the conversation, pull 
Pollux out of the Count's fingers, but he let him swing up 
for a kiss, and won thereby every heart, even the old one 
behind the kitchen fire. 

While he marched off toward his little house through 
the western triumphal arch, he felt, with indescribable 
strength and sweetness, that the lovely time of youth is 
our Italy and Greece, full of gods, temples, and bliss, — ■ 
and which, alas ! so often Goths and Vandals stalk through 
and strip with their talons. 

His blooming path ran at length into the descending 
and ascending stairway, which he had passed with Spener ; 
single streaks of day burned themselves into the moist 
ground and painted the scattered twigs fiery and golden. 
In the mystic bower, where the dead Prince had stalked 
along before him in the by-cavern, he found no such 
cavern, but only an empty niche. He stepped out above, 
as out of the haunch of the earth. His little house lay on 
the crooked back of the mountain ridge. Down below 
reposed around him those elephants of the earth, the 
hills, and JLilar gloriously swelling in blossoms, and he 


looked from his windows into the camp of the giants of 

Meanwhile he could not now stay on the window-sill, nor 
near the inspiring iEolian harp, nor in the eye-prison of 
books ; through streams and woods and over mountains 
fresh nature longed to sweep. That he did. 

There are sometimes between the every-day days of 
life — when the rainbow of Nature appears to us only 
broken up, and as a misshapen, motley mass on the hori- 
zon — certain creation-days, when she rounds and con- 
tracts herself into a fair form, nay, when she becomes 
alive, and speaks to us like a soul. To-day Albano had 
such a day for the first time. Ah, years often pass away 
and bring no such day ! While he went thus roaming 
along on both sides of the mountain ridge, the northeast 
wind began to flow fuller and fuller to meet him ; — with- 
out wind, a landscape was to him a stiff, fast-nailed wall- 
tapestry ; — and now the wind rolled the solid land over 
into a fluid state. The neighboring trees shook themselves 
like doves sweetly shuddering in its bath, but in the dis- 
tance the woods stood fast, like hosts in battle array, and 
their summits like lances. Majestically swam through 
the blue the silvery islands, the clouds, and on the earth 
shadows stalked like giants over streams and mountains ; 
in the valley sparkled the Rosana, and rolled into the oak 
grove. He went down into the warm vale ; the flowery 
pastures foamed and their seed played in its cloud-fleece 
ere the earth caught it ; the swan spread voluptuously his 
long wing ; pairs of doves were pecking each other for love ; 
and everywhere lay beds and twigs full of hot maternal 
bosoms and eggs. Like a glorious blue bouquet, the neck 
of the reposing peacock played off its dissolving colors in 
the high grasses. He stepped under the oaks, .which with 



knotty arms seized hold upon heaven, and with knotty- 
roots the earth. The Rosana talked alone with the mur- 
muring wood, and ate away, foaming, at the rocky crags 
and at the decaying shore ; — night and evening and day 
chased each other in the mystic grove. He stepped into 
the stream, and went out with it before a warm, busy 
plain full of villages, and out from them came the Sabbath 
sounds, and out of the grain-fields larks arose, and on the 
mountains human foot-paths crept upward, — the trees 
lifted themselves up as living things, and the distant men 
seemed to be fast-rooted, and became only little shoots on 
the low bark of the enormous tree of life. 

The soul of the youth was cast into the holy fire ; like 
asbestos-paper, he drew it out quenched and blank ; it 
was to him as if he knew nothing, as if he were one 
thought ; and here the feeling came upon him in a won- 
derfully new manner, that is the world, thou art on the 
world ; — he was one being with it, — all was one life, 
clouds and men and trees. He felt himself grasped by 
innumerable polypus-arms, and swallowed up at the same 
time with them, and yet running on in the infinite heart. 

In a blissful bewilderment he arrived at his dwelling, 
from which little Pollux came rolling down the mountain 
to meet him, and call him to dinner. In the little house 
the very thought of his heart was expressed by the 
JEolian harp at the open window. While the child was 
thundering away with his little fist on the harpsichord, 
and the birds joyfully screamed in out of the trees, the 
soul of the world swept exulting and sighing through the 
JEolian strings, now lawlessly and now regularly, playing 
with the storms and they with it ; and Albano seemed 
to hear the streams of life rushing between their shores, 
the countries of the earth, — and through flower-veins and 


oak-veins, and through hearts, — around the earth, bear- 
ing clouds on their bosom, — and the stream, which thun- 
ders through eternity, a Divine hand was pouring out 
under the veil. 

Albano came, with the innocent boy dancing before him, 
to the still smiling mother. Even here, between the four 
walls, the sails continued to propel him which the great 
morning had swelled. Nothing surprised him, nothing 
seemed to him common, nothing remote; the wave and 
the drop in the endless sea of life flowed away in indi- 
visible union with the streams and whirlpools which it 
bore onward. Before Chariton he stood like a shining 
god, and she would gladly have veiled either him or 
herself. Never was humanity individualized in purer 
forms, crippled by no alloy of provincialism or nation- 
ality, than in this circle of joy, wherein childhood, woman- 
hood, and manhood, twined with flowers, met and softly 
clasped each other. 

Chariton spoke constantly of Liana, out of love, not 
merely for the absent one, but also for the one who stood 
near ; for, although she looked with those open eyes, 
which seem more to image quietly than to behold, more 
to let in than to draw in, still she was, like children, 
virgins, country people, and savages, at once open-heart- 
edly true and keen. She had easily detected Albano's 
love, because everything is easier to disguise from women, 
— even hatred, than its opposite. She praised Liana 
infinitely, particularly her incomparable kindness ; and 
" her lord had said, few men had so much heart as she, 
for she had often been, without any fear, whole nights 
with her in Tartarus." Certainly, neither was this ex- 
plicable to the Count. The marvellous is the aureole 
of a beloved head ; a sun, softened down to a human 



countenance, takes less powerful hold than a beloved 
countenance glorified into a sun-image. 

More and more heartily delighted at his delight, she 
offered to lead him into Liana's chamber. A simple 
little chamber, — under a green twilight of glimmering 
vine foliage, some books of Fenelon and Herder, old 
flowers still in their water-glasses, little Chinese dishes, 
Julienne's portrait, and another of a deceased youthful 
friend, whose name was Caroline, an unstained writing- 
stand, with English-pressed paper, — was what he found. 
The holy spring hours of the virgin passed by before 
him, dropping dew like sunny clouds. 

He happened to touch a penknife, when Chariton 
brought quills to be cut, " because," she said, " they had 
so much trouble on this score since her master had 
gone away." For a woman can more easily drive any 
I pen — even the epic and Kantian — than make one ; and 
here, as in several other cases, the stronger sex must 
lend the weaker a hand. 

Albano wished to see, also, the working-chamber of 
his teacher ; but this she decidedly — although an hour's 
eating together had not given her any new courage — 
refused, because her master had forbidden it. He begged 
once more ; but she smiled more and more painfully, 
and adhered to her gentle no. 

He now dreamed away the murmur of the morning 
in the magic garden, on whose waters and paths the 
moonshine and reflection of memory played. Out of 
the nine million square miles of common earth, how do 
certain poetical lands stand out to a poetical heart ! On 
the mountain with the altar, where he once saw her 
disappear down below, the afternoon chime of Blumen- 
biihl came wafted to him with the fanning of a freer 


ether ; and his childhood's life, and the present scenes 
yonder, and Liana, gave him a tender heart, and he 
surveyed, with dimmer eyes, the transfigured land. 

At evening came happy church-goers from Blumen- 
bühl, and praised the consecration and the burial mightily. 
He saw the pious father still standing up there on the 
back of the mountain. The morning when he should be 
able to see Liana a whole day, and perhaps tell her 
all, overspread his life with a morning dew, glimmering 
around him in splendid rainbow circles. Even in bed 
he sang for joy the morning song of the rowers on Lago 
Maggiore, — the constellations over Blumenbühl shone 
through the open window of his little Alp-house down 
into his closing eye. When the bright moon and flute- 
tones from the vale awakened him again, the silent 
rapture still glowed on under the ashes of slumber, and 
grew till it closed his eyes again. 

NDER a fresh morning-blue, Albano, full of hopes 

that he should to-day clear up his life, so con- 
stantly running into white fog, took the same old road 
which once brought him hither by night (in the 23d Cycle) 
in order on the mountain to see Elysium and Liana. The 
whole blooming path was to him a Roman earth, out of 
which he dug up the beautifully pictured vases of the 
past; and the nearer the village, so much the broader 
grew the hallowed spots. He wondered that the lambs 
and shepherd-boys had not, like the grass, shot up taller 
during his absence, which, itself, in consequence of the 
growth of his heart and the many-complexioned vicissi- 
tude of his experiences, appeared very much prolonged to 

65. CYCLE. 

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his imagination. Like a morning draught of clear alpine- 
water, the old clang of the herdsman's horn gushed into 
his breast ; but the narrow alder-path, into which he used 
to drive the Director's riding-horse before unsaddling, and 
the very court-yard, even the four walls and the ceiling- 
pictures of domestic bliss, cramped up both root and sum- 
mit in his swelling soul, which longed to grow into the 
earth and into the heavens ; he was yet in the years when 
one opens high to the air with a treadle the tympan of 
life's clavichord, in order that the harmonious roar may 
swell out everywhere. 

In the castle how profusely was his heart covered with 
hearts, and the youngest love drowned by the old, from the 
easily weeping mother, Albina, even to the hand-extending 
old servants, who, on his account, stirred more briskly 
their petrified limbs ! He found all his loves — Liana 
excepted — in Wehrfritz's study,* because he loved 
"young folk" and discourse, and always insisted that they 
should set out the breakfast on his table of papers, which, 
he said, was as good as a breakfast-table with varnished 
scrap-pictures that nobody saw. Albano tormented him- 
self with the fear that the Minister's lady had been the 
church-robber of a very goddess, and carried Liana back 
yesterday, — till the Captain hastily explained the non- 
appearance. The good soul had had yesterday to atone 
for the commotion of her sympathizing heart with sick- 
headache. Her loved teacher, Spener, with his sublime 
soul-stillness, — those eyes, which wept no more over the 
earth, buried with the princely pair, — standing with his 
head under the cold polar star of eternity, so that now, 
like the pole, it no longer saw any stars rise or set, — 

* Museum (home of the muses) is the beautiful German name for 
it. — Tk. 


calmly, and with hands apostolically folded in one another, 
speaking so ail-persuasively upon the sorrow and the great 
end of this pale life, pressing, with his inspired speech, 
men's hearts to the verge of tearful emotion, and yet with 
exalted tenderness drawing them back from extreme grief, 
that so only the heart may weep without the eye, — and 
then the consecration of the coupled coffins and of the 
church, — O, in the delicate Liana these emotions could 
not surely fail to grow into sorrows, and all that her 
teacher buried in silence was in her spoken aloud. In 
addition to this, she had not taken the usual medicine of 
keeping still, but had disguised all her pangs behind active 
joy, so as to give her departing mother no pains, although 
herself far too great ones. 

Into the midst of this explanation she herself entered 
pleasantly, in a white morning-dress, with a nosegay of 
Chinese roses, — a little pale and tired, — looking up with 
a dreamy softness, — her voice somewhat low, — the roses 
on her cheeks closed into buds, — and, like a child, smiling 
upon every heart; — thou angel of heaven! who may 
dare to love and reward thee? She beheld the lofty 
youth ; — all the lilies of her still face were, contrary to 
her wont, baptized into a heavenly morning-red of joy, and 
a tender purple lingered upon them. 

She asked him, with an open manner, why he had not 
come yesterday to the festivities, and disclosed, as a matter 
of moment, that they would all to-day visit the pious fa- 
ther, for whom she had been tying her dwarf-roses. He 
took gladly the fourth voice in the concert of the pleasure- 
party. What a magnificent hanging garden, with its 
loveliest flowers and prospects, is built out into the even- 
ing-hours ! How many happy ones a single roof covers ! 

The ingenuous Rabette, more brisk and busy for her 

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still gladness, was, unweariedly, Liana's sick-nurse and 
Roquairol's lion-keeper and maitresse de plaisirs, who 
made every one of the mother's ground-plans of pleasure 
broader by a half, and her whole being was so happy ! 
Ah, her poor innocent heart had not yet, indeed, been loved 
by any one, and therefore it glows, with the fresh energies 
of the first love, so brightly and truly before a mighty one 
which seems to come down to it with a blessing, like a lov- 
ing god, drawing after it a whole heaven ! Roquairol saw 
how bewitchingly a busy activity shook aside in the play- 
room of her character and her occupations the heavily 
hanging foliage, which in the visiting parlor darkly over- 
spread her real worth ; she was even made more lovely 
by the darker, neat house-dress, since he by his preaching 
had sent back every white drapery of her brunette per- 
son into the wardrobe. She would not obey her mother 
in this matter, till he had demanded it. Nay, he had yes- 
terday brought her to the point of really wearing about 
with her the watch which the proud Minister's lady had 
presented her, though she blushed like fire at the unwont- 
ed ornament. Meanwhile he proposed to take with her, 
as it were, a true serpentine flowery way to the altar of 
his love's loud Yes, — the silent one he was saying all the 
time ; — he knew she would get in at once so soon as he 
rode forth with the conch-chariot of Venus, to which he 
had tackled a dove and a hawk. 

How gloriously the forenoon flew away on golden 
wing-shells and on transparent wings! The beloved 
Albano was introduced into all the changes of the house ; 
the finest was in his study-chamber, which Rabette had 
transformed into her toilet-chamber, sewing-room, and 
study, and which again, since yesterday, had become 
guest-chamber and library to Liana. How gladly did he 


step to the western window, where he had so often caused 
his invisible father and the beloved one to appear, in 
an unearthly manner, in the crystal mirror of his fancy ! 
On the panes were many L's and R's drawn by his 
boyish hand. Liana asked what the R's meant ; " Ro- 
quairol," said he, for she did not inquire after the L. 
With infinite sweetness did the thought flow around his 
heart, that his beloved was indeed to live through some 
blooming days in the dreamy cell of his first fresh life. 
Liana showed him with childlike joy how she shared 
everything, that is, the chamber, fairly with Rabette, in 
her double housekeeping and chum-ship, and how she 
made her very hostess her guest. 

I have often admired with envy the fine, light, nomadic 
life of maidens in their Arcadian life-segments ; easily do \ 
these doves of passage flutter into a strange family, and 
sew and laugh and visit there, with the daughter of the 
house, one or two months, and one takes the ingrafted 
shoot for a family twig; on the other hand, we house- 
pigeons are inhabitive and hard to transplant, and gen- 1 
erally, after a few days, journey back again. Since we, as 
more brittle material, less easily melt in with the family 1 
ore ; since we do not weave our work into that of others 
so easily as maidens do theirs, — because carriages full 
of working-tools must follow after us, — and since we 
need much and contrive much ; — from all this our claim 
to a passport is very well deduced, without the least 
detriment to our characters. 

After a half-eternity of dressing, — since, in the neigh- 
borhood of the loved one, an hour of absence lasts longer 
than a month when she is far off, — the maidens entered, 
equipped for travelling, in the black dress of brides. How 
charmingly the roses become Rabette, in her dark hair, 
and the lace edging on the white neck, and the timid 



flames of her pure eye, and the flitting blushes ! And 
Liana — I speak not of this saint. Even the good old 
Director, when the innocent face looked upon him so 
childlike from beneath the white veil of India muslin, 
sprinkled with gold wire, which was simply thrown over 
her head after the manner of the nuns, could not but give 
his satisfaction words : " Like a nun, like an angel ! " 
She answered : " I wanted once really to be one with 
a friend ; but now I take the veil later than she," she 
added, with a wondrous tone. 

She hung to-day with tender enthusiasm upon Rabette, 
perhaps from the weakness of ill health, perhaps from love 
for Albano and the parents, and perhaps because Rabette, 
in her love, was so good and beautiful, and because she 
herself was nothing but heart. She had, besides, the 
sacred fault of forming too enthusiastic conceptions of her 
female friends, — into which the nobler maidens easily 
fall, and which belongs less to married women, — carried 
to an unusual height ; thus, for instance, her friend Caro- 
line, who had met her like a heroine of romance only 
on the romantic playground of friendship and beautiful 
nature, she could not, in the beginning, without a rend- 
ing away of the saintly halo, at all conceive of as hav- 
ing hands, which drove the needle and flat-iron, and 
other implements of the female field of labor. 

Whoso will feel the tenderest participation in joy, let 
him look not at happy children, but at the parents who 
rejoice to see them happy. Never did the blue-eyed and 
round-eyed Albina — across whose face time had struck 
many a note of life thrice over, among which, however, 
no step-motherly discord appeared — look oftener to and 
fro, and more benignantly, than from one to another 
of these couples ; for such they were, according to the 
maternal astrology of the aberrations and perturbations 



of these double-stars. The father, who maintained the 
" hypocrisy and spiritlessness * of the young people now- 
a-days," compared with the ambition of his contemporaries 
and comrades, was chained to the Captain, who, as man- 
ager of his inner theatre, had to-day assigned himself the 
part of a gay youth. He pleased him even by the pithy 
flowers of speech, which the hidden breeze let fly from 
him ; for as every genius must have its rough idiom, its | 
doggerel verse, so had he — (others have the devil, the 
deuse) — the journeyman's greeting of genius, Rascal, 
together with the derivatives, rascality, &c. But how 
much more mightily did Albano carry away all female 
hearts by the stillness with which, like a quiet aftersum- 
mer, he let fall his fruits. The parents ascribed this re- 
serve to city life : as if Charles had not been longer to this 
painter's school ! No, Love is the Italian school of man ; ■ 
and the more vigorous and elevated he is, of precisely so 
much the higher tenderness is he capable, as on high trees 
the fruit rounds itself into a milder and sweeter form than 
on low ones. Not in unmanly characters does mildness 1 
charm, but in manly ones ; as energy does, not in un- 
womanly ones, but in the womanly. 

The good youth! While Charles, unhappily, always 
knew clearly when his glance burned and lightened, how 
innocently blazes from thy eyes a glowing heart, which 
knows it not ! May thy evening be the seed-corn of a 
youth full of blossoms ! The chariot rolls on, without 
thy knowing whether it is to be a chariot of Elijah or of 
Phaeton, whether thou art, by means of it, to soar to 
heaven or to fall therefrom ! 

* Kopf- und Ohr-hängerei. Hanging clown of head (hypocrisy) and 
ears. — Tr. 

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66. CYCLE. 

THE carriage flew through the village with the four 
young people. How grateful to our youth was 
the expanse of heaven and of earth ! The portal of 
life — youth — was hung with flowers and lights. They 
rolled along at the foot of the mountain by the bird-pole, 
the sign-post of a boyish Arcadia, by the cradle where, in 
the enraptured sleep of childhood, he had stretched out 
his boyish arm after the high heaven ; and through the 
birch thicket, now dwindled in his eyes to a bush, which, 
on that golden morning, he had found so broad and long ; 
and by the open triumphal arch of the east, behind 
which the sea of the many-shaped Lilar poured the tide 
of its charms ; and when they arrived behind the moun- 
tain-wall of the flute-dell, they sent back the carriage. 

They walked on a glorious earth, under a glorious 
heaven. Pure and white swam the sun like a swan 
through the blue flood, — meadows and villages crowded 
up close around the distant, low mountain-ridges ; a soft 
wind swayed the green waves of the crop to and fro 
all over the plain ; on the hills shadows lay fast asleep 
under the wings of white clouds ; and behind the sum- 
mits of the heights the mast-trees of the Rhine ships 
majestically sailed away. 

As Albano went along so close by the side of his be- 
loved, the purgatory burning under his Eden fell back 
deeper and deeper into the earth's core ; full of uneasi- 
ness and hope, he cast his fiery eye now on the summer, 
now on the mild vesper-star, which glimmered so near 
to him out of the spring ether. The good maiden seemed 
to-day more still, serious, and restless than usual. As 
they went through a little wood, open on all sides, along 


the ridge of a hill that ran round the flute-dell, Liana 
suddenly said to the Count, she heard flutes. Scarcely 
could he say, he heard only far-off turtle-doves, when 
she at once collected herself as for something wonderful, 
fixed her eyes on heaven, smiled, and suddenly looked 
round toward Albano, and grew red. Then turning to 
him, she said : " I will be frank ; I hear at this moment 
music within me.* Forgive me to-day my weakness 
and tenderness ; it comes from yesterday." "I — you ? " 
said he, passionately ; for he, about whom in sicknesses 
only burning images stormed, was inspired with venera- 
tion for a being to whom, as if from her higher world, 
low tones like golden sunbeams reach down in her 
pains, and pass veiled through the rough deep. 

But Liana, as if for the sake of turning aside his 
enthusiasm, came upon the subject of her friend Caroline, 
and told how she always hovered before her on such 
days, and especially on this walk. " In the beginning I 
sought her out," said Liana, " because she resembled my 
Linda. She was my instructress, although she was only 
a few weeks older than I. Her pure, severe, unflinching 
character, and her readiness to sacrifice herself cheer- 
fully and in silence, made her even, if I may say so, 
worthy of veneration in the eyes of her mother. She 
was never seen to weep, tender as she was, for she 
wished to keep her mother always cheerful. We were 
going to take the veil in company, for the sake of being 
always together ; I should not live to become old, she 
said, and I must spend my short life happily and without 

* This self-resounding — as the ^olian-harp [riesen-harfe, giant- 
harp, in German. — Tr.], when the weather changes., sounds without 
a touch — is common in sick-headache and other maladies of weak- 
ness; hence in dying; for instance, in Jacob Boehme, life, like a con- 
cert-clock, rung out its hours amidst surrounding harmonies. 



anxiety ; but also in preparation for the next. Ah, she 
herself went up before me ! Night-watching by the sick- 
bed of her mother, and sorrow for her death, took her 
away. She received the holy supper, for which we were 
preparing ourselves together, only on her death-bed. 
Then did the angel give me this veil, in which I am 
some time to follow her. O good, good Caroline ! " She 
wept unconcealedly, and pressed, with emotion, Al- 
bano's hand. " O, I should not have begun about this ! 
There comes already our friend ; we will be right cheer- 
ful ! " 

They had now passed through a high wood of under- 
brush, which teasingly disclosed and hid by turns the 
landscapes that glided around them, and had come near 
to the spire which looks in upon the flute-dell, and near 
which lay a solitary church and Spener's dwelling, and 
in the plain T)elow the open village. Spener came to 
meet his pupil — after the manner of old men — uncon- 
cerned about the others ; and a young roe ran after him. 
A beautiful spot ! Little white peacocks ; turtle-doves 
at large ; a city of bees in the midst of their bee-flora, — 
all bespoke the tranquil old man, whom the earth serves 
and honors, and who, indifferent towards it, lives only 
in God. He came — disappointing one's expectation of 
an ecclesiastical gravity — with a light playfulness upon 
the gay train, and laid his finger in benediction on the 
forehead of Liana, who seemed to be his granddaughter, 
as it were, a second tree-blossom in the late autumn 
of life. In a daughterly way, she placed the bunch of 
dwarf-roses in his bosom, and took very careful notice 
whether it pleased him. She smiled quite serenely, and 
all her tears seemed fanned away ; but she resembled 
the rain-sprinkled tree, when the sun laughs out again, 


— the least agitation flings the old rain from the still 

The old man was delighted with the sympathy of the 
young people, and remained with them upon the blooming 
and resounding eminence, which sat enthroned between 
a wide landscape and the richly laden mountain-ridge, 
running away into Elysium. Since, as with one who as- 
cends in a balloon, the tones of earth did not reach him * 
from so great a distance as its forms, they let him talk 
more than listen, as one spares old people. 

He spoke soon of that in which his heart lived and 
breathed, but in a singular, half-theological, half-French, 
Wolfian, and poetic speech. One ought, of many a 
mystic's poetry and philosophy to give, instead of verbal, t 
real translations, in order that it may be seen how the 
pure gold of truth glows under all wrappages. Spener 
says, in my translation : " He had formerly, before he 
found the right way, tormented himself in every human 
friendship and love. He had, when he was fervently loved, 
said to himself, that he could surely never so regard or 
love himself ; and even o the beloved being could not 
truly so think of itself, as the loving one did, and though 
it were ever so perfect or so full of self-love. If every 
one looked upon others as upon himself, there could be ' 
no ardent love. But all love demands an object of in- 
finite worth, and dies of every inexplicable and clearly 
recognized failure ; it projects its objects out of all and 
above all, and requires a reciprocal love without limits, 
without any selfishness, without division, without pause, 
without end. Such an object is verily the divine being, 
but not fleeting, sinful, changeable man. Therefore must 
the lovesick heart sink into the Giver himself of this 
and of all love, into the fulness of all that is good and 



beautiful, into the disinterested, unlimited, universal Love, 
and dissolve and revive therein, blest in the alternation 
of contraction and expansion. Then it looks back upon 
the world and finds everywhere God and his reflection : 
the worlds are his deeds ; every pious man is a word, a 
look, of the All-loving ; for love to God is the Divine 
thing, and the heart yearns for him in every heart." 

" But," said Albano, whose fresh, energetic life rebelled 
against all mystical annihilation, " how, then, does God love 
us ? " " As a father loves his child, not because it is the 

* best child, but because it needs him." * " And whence," 
he further inquired, " comes, then, the evil in man, and 
whence sorrow ? " " From the Devil," said the old man, 
and pictured out uninterruptedly, with transfigured joy, 
the heaven of his heart, — how it was always surrounded 
with the all-beloved, all-loving One, how it never desired 

» any good fortune or any gifts from him at all (which one 
did not wish even in earthly love), but only a higher 
and higher love towards himself, and how, while the 
evening mists of old age were gathering thicker and 
thicker around his senses, his heart felt itself, in the dark- 
ness of life, embraced more and more closely by the in- 
visible arms. " I shall soon be with God ! " said he, with 
a radiance of love on that countenance of his, chilled 
with life, and breaking in under the weight of years. 
One could have borne to see him die. So stands Mont 
Blanc before the rising moon ; night veils his feet and 
his breast, but the light summit hangs high in the dark 
heaven as a star among the stars. 

Liana, like a daughter, had not let her eye nor her 
hand go from him, and had languishingly drunk in every 

* Some disinterested love or other must from eternity have existed. 
As there are eternal truths, so must there also be an eternal love. 



sound ; her brother had heard him with more pleasure 
than Albano, but merely for the sake of remodelling 
more clearly and fully the mystic Hero into the mimic 
Mount Athos of his representation, and Rabette had 
contemplated him as in a church among believing by- 

He withdrew now without ceremony to take care of 
his animals, which he loved, as he did everything invol- 
untary, for instance, children, as coming at first hand 
from God. " Everything is divine," he said, " and noth- 
ing earthly but what is immoral." He could not bear 
to smoke bees with brimstone, let flowers dry up with 
thirst in the pot-cage, or see an overdriven wounded 
horse, and he passed by a butcher's stall not without 
shuddering limbs. 

" Shall we," said friend Charles, " take in the glorious 
evening on the magnificent mountain road, and see thy 
thunder-house, and cast down every cup of sorrow into 
the vales below ? " Through what a magic neighborhood 
did they now pass along the sloping ridge of the thunder- 
house ! On the right, as it were, the Occident of nature ; 
on the left, the orient ; before them Lilar, glittering in 
the faerie of evening, — lying in the arms of the glancing 
Rosana, — golden grain behind silver-poplars, and over- 
head a heaven filled with a life-intoxicated, tumultuous 
creation, — and the sun-god stalking away over his even- 
ing-world, and stooping a little under the midnight to 
raise his golden head in the east. Albano went forth, 
holding Liana's holy hand. " O how beautiful is all ! " 
said he. " How the fluttering world-map rustles and 
murmurs with long streams and woods, — how the eastern 
mountains bask in steadfast repose, — how the groves 
climb the hills, with glowing stems ! One could plunge 


down into the smoking vales and into the cold, glistening" 
waves. Ah, Liana, how beautiful is all ! " " And God is 
on the earth," said she. " And in thee ! " said he, and 
thought of the word of the old man, that love seeks God, 
and that he dwells in the heart which we esteem. 

Now came rolling toward him the great waves which 
the -ZEolian-harp dashed out in the thunder-house ; and 
his genius flew by before him with the words, " Tell her 
there thy whole heart ! " 

Before the little tabernacle of yesterday's dreams his 
stormy heart was dissolved ; and the sun and the earth 
reeled before his passionate tears. As he entered with 
her into the rosy splendor of the evening sun that filled 
the apartment, and into the spirit-like din of tones dis- 
coursing with one another alone, he seized Liana's hands 
and pressed them wildly to his breast, and sank down 
before her speechless and dazzled ; flames and tears suf- 
fused his eyes and his cheeks, — the whirlwind of tones 
blew into his blazing soul, — the mild angel of innocence 
bowed herself, weeping and trembling, toward the burn- 
ing sun-god, and a sharp pain twined itself like a pale 
serpent through the roses of the mild countenance, — and 
Albano stammered : " Liana, I love thee ! " 

Then the serpent turned round and clasped and covered 
the sweet rosy form. " good Albano ! thou art unhappy, 
but I am innocent ! " She stepped back with dignity, and 
quickly drew down the white veil over her face, and said, 
beside herself, "Wouldst thou love the dead? This is 
my corpse-veil ; the coming year it will lie upon this 
face." " That is not true," said Albano. " Caroline, 
answer him ! " said she, and stared at the burning sun as 
if looking for a higher apparition. Frightful moment ! 
as during an earthquake the sea heaves and the air rests 


in fearful stillness, so was his lip dumb beside the veiled 
one, and his whole heart was a storm. On the strings 
swept by a sighing world of spirits, and the last ended 
with a sharp scream. The beauty of the earth was distort- 
ed before him, and in the evening clouds broad fiery ban- 
ners were planted ; and the sun's eye shut-to in blood. 

All at once Liana folded her hands as if in prayer, and 
smiled and blushed ; then she raised the veil from her 
divine eyes, and the transfigured one, tinged with the rosy 
reflection, looked on him tenderly, — and cast her eye 
down, — and raised it again, — and again let it sink, — and 
the veil fell again before her, and she said, in a low tone, 
" I will love thee, good Albano, if I do not make thee • 
miserable." " I will die with thee ! " said he. " What 
then? " — And now let a holy cloud veil the sun-god, who 
moves flaming through the midst of his stars ! 

His solitude and Liana's solution of so many wonders 
were suspended by the entrance of Rabette and Charles, 
who both seemed more touched than blessed, — she by 
the comforting nearness of the loved one, he by the singu- 
lar situation and the subduing evening ; for after certain 
beings a storm follows, and they must, against their will, I 
make the steps that they take more rapid. 

When Albano, with the peace-angel of his life, with the 
beloved one, who, in the midst of the rush of her feelings, 
heard, nevertheless, the voice of her female friend, walked 
forth again once more alone upon the rocky causeway be- 
tween fragrant vales of Tempe in the glimmering world, 
he felt as if he had struggled through his life like an eagle 
through a storm-cloud, and as if the black tempest were 
running far away below his wings, and the whole starry 
heaven burned bright above his head. Liana, with maid- 
enly nobleness and firmness, gave him, before he had put a 



question, the answer : " I must now tell you a mystery, 
which I have hidden from every one, and even from my 
mother, because it would have disquieted her. I spoke 
formerly of my never-to-be-forgotten Caroline. On the 
day of my sacrament, which I had wished to take with 
her, I went back by night from my teacher to my mother, 
and in fact through the singular, long cavern, wherein one 
seems to descend, when one is in reality going upward. 
My maid went before with the lantern. In the romantic 
arbor, where a concave mirror stands, I turn round toward 
the full moon which was streaming in, from a dread of 
the wild mirror, which distorts people too horribly. Sud- 
denly I hear a heavenly concert, such as I often heard 
again afterward in sicknesses, — I think of my blessed 
friend, — and gaze, full of longing, into the moon. Then 
I saw her opposite to me, beaming with innumerable rays : 
in her fair eyes was a tender look, but yet something 
dissolving ; the tender mouth, almost the only living fea- 
ture, resembled a red, but transparent fruit, and all her 
hues seemed to be nothing but light. Yet only in the 
blue eye and red mouth did the angel seem like Caroline. 
I could sketch her, if one could paint with light. I be- 
came dangerously sick ; then she appeared to me oftener, 
and refreshed me with inexpressibly sweet tones, — they 
were not properly words, — whereupon I always sank 
into a soft sleep, as into a sweet death. Once I asked 
her — more with inner words — whether I should, then, 
soon come to her into the realm of light. She answered, 
I should not die just now, but somewhat later ; and she 
named very clearly the coming year, and the very day, 
which I have, however, forgotten. . . . O dear Albano ! 
forgive me only a few words ! I soon recovered, and 
mourned over the slow, lingering passage of time ..." 


"No," Albano interrupted her, for his feelings were 
striking against each other like swords, " I revere, but 
I hate her dangerous phantom. Fancy and sickness are 
the parents of the air-born, destroying angel, who flies 
scorching, like a dumb heat-lightning, over all the blos- 
soms of youth ! " 

She answered, with emotion, " O thou good, pure spirit ! 
thou hast never distressed me, thou hast ever comforted, 
guided, made me happy and holy, — a phantom is it, Al- 
bano ? It even preserves me against all phantoms of 
terror, against all ghostly fear, because it is always about 
me. Why, if it is only a phantom, does it never appear 
to me in my dreams ? * Why comes it not when I 
will ? But it comes only in weighty cases ; then I con- 
sult and obey it very willingly. It has already to-day, 
Albano," she added, in a lower and fainter tone, "twice 
appeared to me on the way, when I heard the inner 
music, and previously in the thunder-house, when the 
sun went down, and has affectionately answered me." 

" And what says it, heavenly one ? " asked Albano, in- 
nocently. "I saw it only on the way, and asked no 
question," replied the childlike one, blushing ; and here, 
all at once, her holy soul stood unconsciously without 
a veil before him ; for she had, in the thunder-house, 
received from the invisible Caroline the yes to her love ; 
because that being was her own creation, and this a sug- 
gestion of her own. Yes indeed, heavenly one! thou 
standest before the mirror with the virgin's veil over 
thy form, and when thy image softly raises its own, thou 
fanciest thyself still covered ! 

* For the same reason, perhaps, that the poet does not see his, so 
often and distinctly beheld, creations pass in his dreams among the 
images of the day. 



No word can express Albano's veneration for such a 
sanctified heart, which dreamed into such distinctness 
glorified beings; whose golden flowers only grew the 
higher over the thought of death, as earthly ones do 
in churchyards over the reality ; which, simultaneously 
with his own, invisible hands had drawn into two simi- 
lar dreams ; * to which one was ashamed to give common 
truths for its holy errors. " Thou art from heaven," he 
said, inspired, and his joy became the pearl melted in 
the eye which quenches the thirst of the human heart ; 
" therefore thou wouldst go back thither ! " " 0, I con- 
secrate to thee, my friend," said she, smilingly weep- 
ing, and pressed his hand to her pure heart, " the whole 
little life which I have, every hour to the last, and I 
will, meanwhile, prepare thee for everything which God 

Before they entered the cottage of the pious father, 
Albano seized his friend's hand, and the sisters joined 
each other. The friends went forward for a time in 
silence ; Charles looked upon Albano, and found the 
peace of blessedness upon his face. When the latter saw 
how Liana pressed her overfraught heart to her sister's, 
then were sincerity and joy too strong in him, and he 
fell without a word upon the heart of the dear brother 
of the eternal bride, and let him silently guess all from 
his tears of bliss. O, he might have guessed it, to be 
sure, from the bridal look of love which his sister more 
seldom removed from his friend, and from the heartiness 
wherewith she drew Rabette to her heart ; just as if they 
two would soon be related to each other, as if her brother 
himself would soon speak more sweetly, since he for 

* For on his and her sacrament-day he had imagined her death by- 


some time had no longer called her the little Linda ; 
and consecrated her thereon for the heart of her brother. 
Not before the pious father did the enraptured look hold 
itself much in abeyance, which Albano, standing as if 
under the gate of eternity, cast into the heavens, gleam- 
ing like worlds one behind another; he was still and 
tender, and . in his heart dwelt all hearts. O love one 
heart purely and warmly, then thou lovest all hearts 
after it, and the heart in its heaven sees like the journey- 
ing sun, from the dew-drop even to the ocean, nothing 
but mirrors which it warms and fills. 

But in Roquairol started up immediately, when he 
saw the heavenly bliss so near, the mutinous spirit of his " 
past, and struck with a bloody epilepsy the limbs of 
the inner man : those immortal sighings after an ever- 
flying peace again tormented him ; his transgressions and ' 
errors, and even the hours when he innocently suffered, 
were painfully reckoned up before him ; and then he 
spoke, (and stirred every heart, but most of all poor Ra- 
bette's, which he pressed against his own to warm him- 
self, as, according to the tradition, the eagle does with 
the dove, after which he does not tear her to pieces,) — 
nobly he spoke then of life's wilderness, and of fate, 
which burns out man, like Vesuvius, into a crater, and 
then again sows cool meadows therein, and fills it again 
with fire ; and of the only blessedness of this hollow life, 
love, and of the injury inflicted, when fate with its winds 
sways and rubs a flower * to and fro, and thereby cuts 
through the green skin against the earth. 

But while he thus spoke, he looked on the glowing 
Rabette, and would fain by these warmings burst open, 
as it were by force, the fast-closed flower-bud of his 

* The winter stock-jelliflower. 



love, and spread its leaves out under the sun. O the 
bewildered and yearning one was surely not yet quite 
happy even to-day, and he wished not so much to affect 
others as himself. 

With what blissful presentiments did they step out 
again before the sphinx of night, who lay smiling before 
them with soft, starry glances ! Did they not go through 
a still, glimmering, subterranean world, light and free, 
without the heavy clogging earth on their feet, while in 
the wide Elysium the warm ether only flutters because 
invisible Psyches fan it with their wings ? And out of 
the flute-dell the old man sends after them his tones as 
sweet arrows of love, in order that the swelling heart may 
blissfully bleed of their woundings. Albano and Liana 
came out upon a prospect where the broad eastern land- 
scape, with its light-streaks of blooming poppy-fields, and 
its dark villages, ascended the soft mountains, where the 
moon awoke, and the splendor of her garment already 
swept like that of a spirit through heaven : here they 
remained standing and waiting for Luna. Albano held 
her hand. All the mountain-ridges of his life stood in 
a glowing dawn. " Liana," said he, " what innumerable 
springs are there at this moment up yonder on the 
worlds which hang in the heavens ; but this is the fair- 
est ! " " Ah, life is lovely, and to-day it is too dear to 
me ! Albano," she added, in a low voice, and her whole 
face became an exalted, tearless love, and the stars wove 
and embroidered its bridal dress, " if God calls me, then 
may he let me always appear to thee as Caroline does 
to me. O, if I could only attend thee thus through thy 
whole dear life, and console and warn thee, I would 
willingly wish for no other heaven." 

But as he was about to express the fulness of his 


love, and the anger of his pain about the death-delusion, 
just then came his wild friend, who, like a Vesuvius, 
pouring out at once lava- and rain-streams over the cred- 
ulous Rabette, had made both her heart and his own 1 
only fuller, not lighter ; then Charles beheld the glorified 
beings and the blue horizon, where already the moon 
was flinging forth her glimmering light between the 
bristling mast-peaks and summits, and looked again into 
the splendor of holy love. Then could he no longer 
contain himself ; his heart, full of agony, mounted to an 
eternal purpose, as if to God, and he embraced Albano ' 
and Rabette, and said : " Beloved man ! beloved maiden ! 
keep my unhappy heart ! " 

Rabette clung around him compassionately, as a mother 
around her child, and gave up to him, in hot, gushing tears, J 
her whole soul. Albano, astonished, enfolded in his arms 
the love-bond ; Liana was drawn to the beloved hearts 
by the whirlpool of bliss. Unheard the flutes sounded 
on, unseen waved the white banners of the stars over- 
head. Charles spoke frantic words of love, and wild 
wishes of dying for joy. Albano touched trembling 
Liana's flower-lip, as John kissed Christ, and the heavy 
milky-way bent down like a magic wand toward his 
golden bliss. Liana sighed : O mother, how happy are 
thy children ! The moon had already flown up into the 
blue, like a white angel of peace, and glorified the great 
embrace; but the blest ones marked it not. Like a 
sounding waterfall, their rich life covered them, and they 
knew not that the flutes had ceased, and all the hills 
were shining.* 

* Jean Paul's second volume ends here. — Tr. 


Man and Woman. 

67. CYCLE. 

HAVE often in the theatre made the pleas- 
ant experience, that when painful scenes im- 
mediately followed the rising of the curtain, 
I took but a slight interest in them, while 
in joyful ones which, immediately after the music, came 
on with their own music, I took the greatest ; man de- 
mands more that sorrow than that rapture should show 
its motive and its apology. Without hesitation, therefore, 
I begin a third volume * with blisses of which, to be 
sure, the foregoing couple have been preparing more 
than enough. 

At the moment where our story has arrived, among all 
the descendants of Adam who lifted a glad face to heaven, 
and imaged in that face a still fairer heaven, there must 
have been some one who had the highest heaven, — a hap- 
piest of all men. Ah yes ! And to be sure, among all 
suffering creatures upon this globe, which our short race 
makes a, plain, there must also have been one most un- 
happy ; and may the poor man soon lie down to sleep 
under, not on, his rocky road ! Although I could wish 

* The Titan was originally divided into four volumes. — Tr. 



that Albano might not be the happiest of all, — in order 
that there might yet be a higher heaven above his, — still 
it is probable that, on the morning after that holiest night, 
in his present dream of the richest dream, deep in the 
threefold bloom of youth, of nature, and of anticipation, 
he bore the broadest heaven in himself which the narrow 
bosom of man can span. 

He looked from his thunder-house, — that little temple 
on whose walls still lingered the radiance of the goddess 
who had therein become visible to him, — out over the 
new-created mountains and gardens of Lilar ; and it was 
to him as if he looked into his white and red blooming 
future, adorned with mountain-peaks and fruit-tree-tops, 
a full Paradise built out into the naked earth. He looked 
round in his future after any robbers of joy who might at- 
tack his triumphal chariot ; he found them all visibly too ' 
weak to cope with his arms and weapons. He called up 
Liana's parents, and his own father, and the host of spirits 
which had hitherto been working in the air, and set them 
out on the road which lay between him and his beloved ; 
in his muscles glowed more than sufficient power easily 
to dash through them to her, and take her with him into 
his life by main force. " Yes," said he, " I am completely 
happy, and need nothing more, — no fortune, only my 
heart and hers ! " Albano, may thy evil genius not have 
heard this dangerous thought, so as to carry it to Nemesis ! 
O, in this wildly entangled wood of thy life, no step, even 
in the blooming avenues of pleasure, is wholly safe ; and 
amidst the very fulness of this artistic garden there awaits 
thee a strange, gloomy upas-tree, and breathes cold poi- 
sons into thy life ! Therefore it was better as it was once, 
when men were still lowly and prayed to God even in 
their great raptures ; for in the neighborhood of the In- 
19 r.B 



finite One the fiery eye sinks and weeps, but only out 
of gratitude. 

Let no mean almanac measurement be applied to the 
fair eternity which he now lived, when he saw the be- 
loved every evening, every morning, in her little village. 
As evening star she went forth before his dreams ; as 
morning star, before his day. The interval both filled out 
with letters, which they themselves carried to each other. 
When they parted at evening, not long before they were 
to see each other again, and while in the north already 
the rose-bud twigs shot along low down in the heavens, 
which during men's sleep speedily grew out toward the 
east, in order to hang down from heaven with thousands 
of full-blown roses ere the sun and love came back again, 
— and when his friend Charles stayed with him by night, 
and he asked, in the course of an hour, whence the light 
came, whether from the morning or from the moon, — 
and when he sallied forth, while moon and morning still 
appeared together in the dew-dripping pleasure-woods, — 
and when the road, left only a few hours before, appeared 
wholly new and the absence too long, (because Cupid's 
wing is half a second-hand, which shows the day of the 
month, and half a month-hand, which points to the second, 
and because, in the neighborhood of the loved one, the 
shortest absence lasts longer than the longest when she is 
far away,) — and when at last he saw her again, — then 
was the earth a sun, from which rays proceeded : his 
heart stood all in light ; and as a man, who on a spring 
morning dreams of a spring-morning, finds it still brighter 
around him when he awakes, so, after the blessed youth- 
ful dream of the beloved, did he open his eyes before 
her, and desire the fairest dream no more. 

Sometimes they saw each other, when the long summer 



day was too long, on distant mountains, where by appoint- 
ment they looked upon the harvests ; sometimes Rabette 
came alone to Lilar to her brother, that he might hear 
something from Liana. When Liana had read a book, 
he read it after her ; often he read it first and she last. 
Whatever of divine the fairest, purest souls can manifest 
to each other when they unfold themselves, — a holy 
heart which makes one still holier, a glowing heart which 
makes one still more glowing, — that they manifested to 
each other. Albano was mild toward all, and the radiance 
of a higher beauty and youth filled his countenance. The 
fair realms of nature and of his childhood were both 
adorned by love, not it by either of them ; he had 
mounted from the pale, light moon-car of hope upon the 
sounding, shining sun-car of living ecstasy. Even on the 
galleys of wooden sciences, as if animated by the won- 
der-working hand of Bacchus, masts and shrouds fluttered 
out into vine-stalks and clusters. If he went to the 
Froulay house, he always, because he went in full of 
tolerance, came back without any sacrifice of the same : 
the Minister, who had returned from Haarhaar with a 
veil of gay, blooming ideas on his face, imparted to him 
charming prospects of the exultation wherewith city and 
country would celebrate the approaching marriage-feast 
of the Prince and the gain of the most beautiful bride. 

And had he not, in addition to all, his friend too? 
When one stands so close before the flame of joy, one 
does indeed shun men, — because they easily step be- 
tween us and the pleasant warmth, — but one seeks them 
too ; a hearty friend is our wish and joy, who shall gently 
lead on, without chasing away, the happy dream in which 
we sleep and speak. Charles played softly into his 
friend's dream ; he would, however, have also done it 
from sincere love for the sister. 



In fact, with so much youth, summer weather, inno- 
cence, freedom, beautiful scenery, and deep love and 
friendship, there may well be constructed, even on this 
low earth, something like that which up in heaven is 
called a heaven ; and a celestial chart, an Elysium-atlas, 
which one should map out thereof, would perhaps look 
not far otherwise than this : in front, a long pastoral 
land, with scattered pleasure-castles and summer-houses ; 
a philanthropist's grove in the middle, the Tabor moun- 
tains overhead, with herdsmen upon them, long Campa- 
nian vales ; then the broad archipelago, with St. Peter's 
islands ; over on the other side the shores of a new pas- 
toral continent, all covered with Daphnean groves and 
gardens of Alcinoiis ; behind* that again, stretching far 
inward, an Arcadia; and so on. 

All the philosophy and stoicism that he now had in 
him — for he held that which the arm out of the clouds 
gave him as booty gained by his own — Albano applied 
to the purpose of taking from his ecstasy the moderation 
which they impart. Moderation, he said, was only for 
patients and pigmies ; and all those anxious, evenly bal- 
anced sticklers for temperament * and time-keepers had, 
whether in the cultivation of a pleasure or of a talent, 
profited themselves more than the world ; on the con- 
trary, their antipodes had benefited the world more than 

* A musical term, meaning the compensation made by transferring 
to imperfect concords part of the beauty of the perfect ones. — Tr. 

f Every partial development of course "works well for the whole \ 
but only for this reason, because its opposite partial one balances it in 
a higher equation and sum total, so that all individual men are only 
the limbs of a single giant, such as the Swedenborgian man is. But 
in so far as, in one individual, a want arises which helps out an oppo- 
site one in another, — so that the road of humanity plagues and trips 



He kept in view very good fundamental principles. 
Man, said he, is free and without limits, — not in respect , 
to what he will do or enjoy, but in respect to what he will 
do without ; he can, if he will, will to dispense with every- • 
thing. In fact, he continued, one has simply the choice, 
either always or never to fear ; for thy life-tent stands over 
a loaded mine, and, round about, the hours aim at thee 
naked weapons. Only one in a thousand * hits ; and, in 
any case, I am sure I would sooner fall standing than 
bending like a coward. But, he concluded, in order to 
justify himself on the subject, is then steadfastness made 
for nothing better than for a surgeon and serving-maid, 
and not much rather for our muse and goddess? for it 

equally much by hills and by hollows, — it will be seen that every - 
one-sided fulness is only a cure of the times, not their health ; and ' 
that the higher law is, after all, a culture slower in the individual, but , 
still harmonious ; less in amount, indeed, but impartial, and thereby, 
in the long run, even more rapid. We always forget that — as in me- 
chanics power and time are mutual supplements — eternity is the in- 
finite power. 

* According to Borreux, the engineer, literally only every thou- 
sandth shot from small-arms hits. So is it in all cases ; fear death, 
and then there stand flower-pots ready to fall from chamber-windows, 
lightnings from the blue sky, air-guns going off, polypuses in the 
heart, mad dogs, robbers, every gash in the finger, aqua toffana, proud 
flesh, &c, in short, all nature — that ever-going, crushing cochineal- 
mill — stands with innumerable open scissors of fate round about thee, 
and thou hast no consolation, save this, that — nevertheless people 
grow eighty years old. Fear impoverishment : then fire, flood, fam- 
ine, and war, banditti and revolutions, set upon thee with greedy claws 
and fangs ; and yet, thou rich man ! the poor man — creeping along 
under the same birds of prey — becomes at last as rich as thou. 
Mai-ch, therefore, boldly through the slumbering lion-herd of dangers, 
lying on the right and left, and go up to the fountain, only do not wan- 
tonly wake them up ; of course a hell-god drags down individuals 
who feared nothing ; but so, too, does a higher God draw up individu- 
als who expected nothing ; and fear and hope walk here below in one 
common night. 




t is not surely a good, merely because it helps do without 

, something which we have lost, but it is intrinsically one, 
and a greater than the one whose place it supplies ; even 
the happiest must acquire it, even without outward occa- 

' sion or bestowal ; yes, it is so much the better, if it is 
possessed earlier than applied. 

These deceptions or justifications were partly weapons 
of self-defence against the tragic Roquairol, who would 
fain heighten every pleasure, and even those of his friend, 
by sombre contrasts ; and partly they were such as a 
noble man, who hitherto has plunged into sorrow without 
measuring its depth, and who would always feel his power 
of swimming through life, must necessarily fall upon, when 

. he is inwardly aware that the centre of gravity of his 
bliss and of his hell has shifted and fallen out of him- 
self into another being. " O, what if she should die ? " 
he asked himself. He had not been wont to shudder 
so at the thought of any death as of this. Therefore he 
squeezed these thorns of fancy right sharply in his hand 
in order to crush them. At last, when the pure country 
air of love and the shepherd-dance in this Arcadia had 
brought more and more roses to Liana's cheek, then his 
thorns ceased to grow. 

To all other vipers of life, so long as they could find 
no entrance through Liana's heart, he was inaccessible. 
At whatever price, — and though he should have to for- 
sake, give up, provoke, undertake all, — he would buy 
Liana. The phantoms of terror which came threateningly 
to meet him out of two houses, — Froulay's and Gas- 
pard's, — he let come on, and dispelled them : let the foe 
once show himself, thought he, so am I his foe too. Often 
he stood in Tartarus, and found, in this still life of death 
in rilievo, peace of soul. The actual world takes more 




quickly our image than we its ; even here he gained soft, 
broad, life-illumining hopes and sweet tears, which flowed 
from him at the thought of Liana's faith in her death, not 
because he believed in the probability, but in the improb- 
ability thereof, which, through love and joy and recovery, 
would daily grow greater. 

Only one misfortune was there for him, against which 
every weapon snapped in pieces, whose possibility, how- 
ever, he held to be a sinful thought, — namely, that he 
and Liana, by some fault or time or the world's influence, 
might cease to love each other. Here, relying on two 
hearts, he boldly defied the future. O, who has not said, 
when, in reliance upon a warm eternity, he has expressed 
his rapture, The Fatal Sister may clip the thread of our 
life, but shall she come and open the scissors against the 
bond of our love ? The very next day the Fatal Sister 
has stood before him, and snapped the scissors to. 

68. CYCLE. 

ONCE Roquairol came quite late to take Albano 
with him to the "Evening-Star Party" at the 
herdsman's hut, which, he had arranged with Rabette. 
The Captain loved to build around the warm springs of 
his love and joy the well-curb of wholly select days and ' 
circumstances ; if he ' could contrive it, for instance, he 
made his declarations of love, say on a birthday, dur- 
ing a total eclipse of the sun, on a valentine's day, in 
a blooming hot-house in winter, in a covered sleigh on 
the ice, or in a charnel-house ; so, too, he loved to 
quarrel with others in significant days and places, in the 
church-pew, in the beginning of spring or winter, in 
the green-room of the amateur theatre, at a great fire, 


or not far from Tartarus or in the flute-dell. Albano, 
however, was too young, as others are too old, to have 
to season his fresh feeling with artificial hours and situa- 
tions ; he preferred to beautify the latter through the 

With impetuous joy Albano flew along the road to the 
unexpected pleasure. Last evening had been so rich, — 
the four rivers of Paradise had, in one cataract, poured 
down from heaven into his heart, — and this evening he 
would leap into its sprayey whirlpool. The evening 
heaven itself was so fair and pure, and Hesperus went 
with growing splendor down his brightly glimmering path. 

Rabette waited at the foot of the mountain on which 
stood the herdsman's hut (the little shooting-house), in 
order to lead him unsuspecting to the unprepared female 
friend, who at the window, with her gleaming eye on 
Hesperus, lay musing, and thought of the full, glowing 
autumn flowers, which, at this late time of her life, and so 
shortly before the longest night, were springing up. She 
was troubled to-day about many things. She had, in fact, 
sought hitherto more to deserve and to justify than to en- 
joy and increase her love, and more to bless with it 
another's heart than her own. How indescribably she 
longed to do deeds for him, — only sacrifices were to her 
deeds, — and she really envied her friend who had, every 
time, at least to prepare Charles a beverage. As she 
knew no other way, she expressed her devoted zeal by 
greater daughterly love and attention to Albano's parents 
and sister ; and learned even to cook a little, which other 
ministers' daughters, who make nothing but salad and tea, 
must pardon her, especially when they reflect that, in 
Liana's case, they themselves would not have done other- 
wise, but rather have made one dish more. Yes, she 


accounted Rabette as more virtuous, because she could be 
more broadly and extensively active ; Rabette, on the 
other hand, held Liana to be the better of the two, be- 
cause she prayed so much the more. A similar error 
they repeated twofold in respect to the brothers ; Rabette 
thought Charles the gentler, and Liana, Albano ; both, 
according to inferences from their mutual reports. 

So long as a woman loves, she loves right on, steadi- 
ly. A man has to do something between whiles. Liana ' 
transformed everything into his image and his name : this 
mountain, this little chamber, this, to him once dangerous, 
bird-pole, became the crayon pencils for his stereotype 
image. She always came back upon this, that he deserved 
something better than her ; for love is lowliness, on the 
wedding-ring sparkles no jewel. It touched her that her 
early death affected him. There she saw still the maiden 
blinded by the small-pox, whom he had once unconsciously 
pressed to his heart ; * and, with the quick apprehension 
of sadness, she felt herself to resemble the blind one also, 
in that incident, and not merely in the similar, although 
shorter night, which pain had once thrown over her eyes. 

As gentle as her emblem, Hesperus, dipping into the 
western horizon of life, did she seem to her lover. She 
never could pass immediately out of her own heart into 
the startling present ; her turnings were always like those 
of the sunflower, very slow, and every sensation lived 
long in her faithful breast. Seldom, indeed, does a lover 
find the welcome of his loved one like the last image, 
which the farewell had imparted to him ; a female soul 
must — so man desires — with all the wings, storms, 
heavens, of the last minute, sound over into the next. 
But Liana had ever received her friend shyly and softly, 

* Titan, 13. Cycle. 


442 TITAN. 

and otherwise than she had parted with him ; and some- 
times, to his fiery spirit, this tender waiting, this slow 
lifting of the eyelid, appeared almost as a return to the 
old coldness. 

To-day it seized the more ardent Count more strongly 
than usual. Like a pair of strange children who are to 
become acquainted with each other, and smile upon and 
touch each other, the two stood beside each other friendly 
and embarrassed. She told how she had made his sister 
tell her of his childish break-neck adventure on this 
mountain. A loved maiden knows no more beautiful, 
no richer history than that of her friend. " even then," 
he said with emotion, " I looked toward thy mountains ! 
Thy name, like a golden inscription, was written on my 
whole youth. Ah, Liana ! didst thou haply love me as I 
thee, when thou hadst not yet seen me ? " 

" Certainly not, Albano," answered she, " not till long 
after ! " She meant, however, her blindness ; and said 
he appeared to her in this twilight of the eyes, on that 
evening when he ate with her father, like an old northern 
king's son, somewhat like Olo,* and she had had a cer- 
tain awe before him, as for her father and brother. Her 
high respect for men the fewest were hardly worthy to 
guess, not to say, occasion. " And how when thou hadst 

* At the court of King Olaus, the royal youth Olo, dressed as a 
peasant, offered himself as a champion of the daughter against rob- 
bers. Then did the fire of the eyes and nobleness of form tell as proof 
of a high descent ; thus did Suanhita, for example, recognize King Eeg- 
ner in a herdsman's guise by the beauty of his eye and face. The 
king's daughter looked searchingly into Olo's flaming eye, and came 
near swooning; she essayed a second look, and was senseless; and at 
the third, swooned. The divine youth therefore cast his eyelids down, 
but uncovered his brow and his golden hair and the signs of his rank. 
See " The German and his Native Land," by Rosenthal and Karg, 
Vol. I. pp. 166, 167. 



regained thy sight ? " said Albano. " I just told thee 
that," she replied naively. " But when thou didst so 
love my brother," she continued, " and wast so good to 
thy sister, then to be sure I quite took heart, and am 
now and henceforth thy second sister. Besides, thou 
hast lost one — Albano, believe me, I know I am sure- 
ly unworthy, especially of thee; but I have one conso- 

Perplexed by this mixture of sanctity and coldness, he 
could only passionately kiss her, and was constrained, 
without contradicting her, to ask forthwith, " What conso- 
lation ? " " That thou wilt one day be entirely happy," 
said she softly. " Liana, speak more plainly ! " said he. 
For he understood not that she meant her death and the 
announcement of Linda by the spirits. "I mean after 
one year," she replied, " from the date of the predictions." 
He looked at her speechless, wild, guessing and trem- 
bling. She fell weeping upon his heart, and suddenly 
gave vent to the swell of inward sighs : " Shall I not then 
be dead at that time," said she with deep emotion, " and 
look down from eternity to see that thou art rewarded for 
thy love to Liana? And that, too, certainly in a high 
degree ! " 

Weep, be angry, suffer, exult, and wonder more and 
more, passionate youth ! But, to be sure, thou compre- 
hendest not this lowly soul ! — Holy humility ! thou only 
virtue which God, not man, created! Thou art higher 
than all which thou concealest or knowest not! Thou 
heavenly beam of light ! like the earthly light,* thou 
showest all other colors and floatest thyself invisible, 

* For what we call light is only an intenser white. No one sees, 
by night, the luminous stream which rushes upward along by the 
earth, pouring from the sun upon the full moon. 

444 TITAN. 

colorless, in heaven ! Let no one profane thy uncon- 
sciousness by instruction ! When thy little white blos- 
soms have once fallen, they come not again, and around 
thy fruits only modesty then spreads her foliage. 

Painfully did the heart in Albano split' into contradic- 
tions, as if into two, his own heart and Liana's. She was 
nothing but pure love and lowliness, and the splendor of 
her talents was only a foreign border-work, as white 
marble images of the gods have the variegated border 
only as decoration : one could not do anything but adore 
her, even in her errors. On the other hand, she had, in 
conjunction with tender, susceptible feelings, such firm 
opinions and errors ; his modesty fought so vainly against 
her humility, and his clear-sightedness against her visionary 
tendency. The hostile train which this propensity drew 
after it he saw too clearly sweeping along over all the joys 
of her life. His ever-besetting suspicion, that she loved 
him merely because she hated nothing, and that she was 
always a sister instead of a lover, again charged home 
upon him like an armed man. Thus did all things fight 
together in this case, — duty and desire, fortune and 
place. Both were new and unknown to each other, be- 
cause of love ; but Liana divined as little as he. O how 
strange to each other and unlike each other two human 
beings, kindred souls, become, merely because a Divinity 
hovers between the two and shines upon both ! 

Something remained in him unharmonious and .un- 
solved. He felt it so sadly, now that the summer night 
glimmered for higher raptures than he possessed ; now 
that, deep in the ether, the trembling evening star pressed 
on after the sun through the rose-clouds under which he 
was buried ; now that the meadows of grain breathed 
perfume and murmured not, and the closed pastures grew 



green and did not glow, and the world and every nightin- 
gale slept, and life below was a still cloister-garden, and, 
only overhead, the constellations, like silver, ethereal 
harps, seemed to tremble and sound before the spring 
winds of distant Edens. 

He must needs see Liana again to-morrow, by way of 
tuning his heart. Rabette came up from the mountain 
with her friend, infinitely animated. Both seemed almost 
exhausted with laughing and joking ; for Roquairol car- 
ried everything, even mirth, to the degree of pain. He 
had converted the evening star, for which he had given 
the invitation, into a hothouse and homestead of pleasant 
conceits and allusions. At first he would not come home 
with her, even to-morrow ; but at last he consented, when 
Rabette assured him " she understood the fine gentleman 
well enough, but he must nevertheless just let her take 
care of things." 

When the ruddy dawn arose, Albano, accompanied by 
him, came again ; but the garden-gate of the " manor- 
garden " was already open, and Liana already in the 
arbor. A stitched book of public documents (so it seems) 
lay in her lap, and her folded hands beside it ; she looked 
rather straightforward, as in thought, than upwards, as in 
prayer ; yet she received her Albano with so mild and 
distant a smile, as a man, greeting a guest who comes 
right into the midst of his prayers, smiles upon him, and 
then continues his devotion. The Count had hitherto 
been obliged always to prepare himself for a certain re- 
serve in her reception of him. A misunderstanding, 
which returns quickly, however often it is removed, acts 
again and again as deludingly and freshly as at the first 
time. He felt very strongly that something more fixed 
than that first virgin bashfulness, wherewith a maiden 



will always invent for the dazzling sun of love, besides 
the dawn, a twilight too, and again another for that, hin- 
dered the fiery melting together of their souls. 

He asked what she was reading ; she hesitated, cover- 
ing it up. A thought, suddenly darting upon her, seemed 
to open her heart ; she gave him the book, and said it was 
a French manuscript, — namely, written prayers, drawn 
up by her mother several years before, which touched her 
more than her own thoughts ; but still there was ever- 
more looking through her tenderly woven face a cloistral 
thought, which sought to leave her heart. What could 
Albano object to this Psalmist of the heart ? Who can 
answer a songstress ? A praying female stands, as does 
also an unhappy one, on a high, holy place, which our 
arms cannot reach. But how miserable must most prayers 
be, since, although in earlier life possessing the attraction 
of charms, like the rosary, which is made out of sweet- 
smelling woods, yet afterward in advanced age they act 
only as blemishes, and like the relic or the death's-head 
with which the rosary itself ends ! 

Without waiting for his question, she told him at once 
what had disturbed her during her prayer ; namely, this 
passage in it : mon Dieu,fais que je sois toujours vraie 
et sincere, &c, whereas she had hitherto concealed her 
love from her dear mother. She added, she would come 
now very soon, and then the closed heart should be 
opened to her. " No," said he, almost angrily, " thou 
mayest not ; thy secret is also mine ! " Men are often 
hardened by that in prose which in poetry softens them ; 
for example, woman's piety and open-heartedness. 

Now no one hated more than he the clutching of the 
parental writing-finger, forefinger, and little finger into 
a pair of clasped hands ; not that he feared, on the part 


of the Minister, wars or rivals, — he rather presupposed 
open arms and feasts of joy, — but because, to his mag- 
nanimous spirit, at once claiming and granting liberty, 
nothing was more revolting than the reflection, what 
smutty turf now for the kindling of the fire the parents 
might lay on the altar of love, or what pots they might 
set on to boil ; how easily, then, even poetic parents 
often transform themselves with the children into prosaic 
or juristical ones, the father into an administrative, the 
mother into a financial board ; how, then, to say the 
least, the court atmosphere makes one a bondsman, just 
as only the poetic heaven's ether makes free ; and what 
perturbations his Hesperus might expect from the attract- 
ing world, the old Minister, who found nothing more 
unprofitable about love than love itself, and to whom the 
holiest sensibilities seemed about as useful for marriages 
of rank as the Hebrew is for preachers, namely, more 
in examination than in actual service. So ill did he 
think of his step-father, for he knew not something still 

But the good daughter thought far higher of her 
mother than did a stranger, and her heart struggled 
painfully against concealing from her her love. She 
appealed to her brother, who was just entering. But 
he was wholly of Albano's mind. " Women," he added, 
not in the best humor, " are more fond of speaking 
about love than in love ; men, the reverse." " No," said 
Liana, decidedly ; " if my mother ask me, I cannot be 
untrue." " God ! " cried Albano, with a shudder, " and 
who could wish that?" For to him, also, free truth 
was the open helmet of the soul's nobility ; only he 
spoke it merely from self-respect, and Liana out of 
human affection. 

44 8 


Rabette came with the tea-things and a flask, wherein 
was tea-juice and elementary fire, or nerve-ether for the 
Captain, — arrack. He never liked to visit people in the 
morning, with whom he could not drink it till evening ; 
Rabette had yesterday guessed this naughtiness, and to- 
day gratified it. " How can the soul," said the sound 
Albano to him often, " make itself a slave to the belly 
and the senses ? Are we not already bound closely 
enough by the fetters of the body, and thou wilt still draw 
chains through the chains ? " To this Roquairol had 
always the same answer : " Just the reverse ! Through 
the corporeal itself, I free myself from the corporeal ; 
for instance, by wine from blood. As long as thou canst 
never escape servitude to the bodily senses, and all thy 
consciousness and thy thinking can only, through a bodily 
servitude, attaching itself to the glebe of the earth, abide 
in their nobility ; I cannot perceive why thou dost not 
properly use these rebels and despots as thy servants? 
Why must I let the body only work ill upon me, and 
not advantageously as well?" Albano stood to it, that 
the still light of health was more dignified than the 
poppy-oil flame of a slave of opium; and the fate of 
being prisoner of war to the body, which one spirit has 
to bear in common with the whole human army, more 
honorable than the cramping confinement of a personal 

To-day, however, not even the spirituous brimstone- 
smoked tea-water could wash away a certain discontent 
from Roquairol, whom night- watching had colored more 
pale, as it had the Count more red. He could not be 
reconciled to it, that the manor-garden was all shut in 
with a board-fence as high as a man, which was less in- 
tended as a billiard-table border, not . to let the eye-ball 


go out, than as a mountebank's booth, to let nothing in, 
and winch of course insured no other prospect than the 
prospect proper; quite as little did the pleasure-garden 
commend itself to his favor by the fact that the turf- 
benches on which they sat in the arbor had not yet been 
mowed, that in all the beds only vegetables for the 
trimming of cooked meat flapped about, that nothing 
ripe yet hung there but one or two moles in their hang- 
ing death-beds, that on a bowling-green, whereupon one 
rolls into a tinkling middle-hole, the crooked return-alley 
let the balls run home again, much more easily than 
they could — unless one threw them — be made to pass 
over the earth-bottom of the main alley, and that no 
orangery was anywhere to be seen, excepting once, when 
fortunately the garden-gate stood open, just as a blooming 
orangery box passed by in a wheelbarrow on its way to 

The Captain needed only to bring forward these par- 
ticulars satirically, and thereby inwardly to wound the ! 
outwardly laughing Rabette, — because no woman can 
bear to hear fault found with her bodily offspring, whether 
it be children, clothes, cakes, or furniture ; * and then 
his mountain-heights could gradually disencumber them- 
selves of their clouds again, and Rabette become still 
more uncommonly gay. 

Albano, in this morning hour of the day, and, as it 
were, of childhood, and in this little paradise-garden of 

* This warmer, tenderer, more timid, ever-praised sex, living more 
in the opinion of others than in its own, is poisonously pierced by a 
reproach which only pricks us so as to draw a little blood, as noxious 
beasts, in warm countries and months, poison, and in cold ones only 
wound. Therefore let the girls' schoolmaster consider that a dose 
which is satire upon the boy — who, besides, must withstand opinion 
— becomes a lampoon, when it lights upon his sister. 




his childish years, was inwardly glad, — for in the first 
love, as in Shakespeare's pieces, nothing depends on the 
wooden stage of the performance ; but to-day's after- 
winter of yesterday's chill would nevertheless not melt. 
The morning-blue began to be filled with brighter and 
brighter golden fleeces ; as the garden, like small cities, 
had only two gates, the upper and the lower, he opened 
like an aurora that of the morning sun; the splendor 
gushed in over the smoking green ; the Rosana gliding 
below caught lightnings, and flung them over hitherward ; 
Albano departed finally full of love and bliss. 
But the love was greater than the bliss. 

69. CYCLE. 

FLYING Spring! (I mean love, just as one calls 
the after summer a flying summer) thou hurriest 
away of thyself over our heads with arrowy speed; 
why do authors again hurry over thee? Thou art the 
German blossoming season ; which is never a blossom- 
ing month long. We read all winter in almanacs and 
similes much about its magnificence, and we pine for 
it; at last it hangs thick on the dark boughs six days 
long, and beside that, under cold May showers, sweeping 
bliss-month* storms, and with a dumb-session of half- 
frozen nightingales, — and then, when one comes out at 
length into the garden, the footpath is already white with 
blossoms, and the tree at most full of green ; then it is 
over, till in winter we again hear with exaltation of heart 
the beginning of a tale : " It was just in the lovely season 
of the blossoming." Even so do I see few authors, at 
the long session-and-scribbling-table of romance, working 

* Poetic name for May. — Tr. 


right and left for the benefit of the reading-desk, who, 
after the long preface to love, do not so soon as, like a 
war, it is declared, forthwith conclude it; and really, 
there are more steps to love than in it; all that is 
coming to be, — for instance, spring, youth, morning, 
learning, — opens out more widely and in a richer variety 
of hues than fixed being ; but is not this latter in turn a 
progress, only a higher ; and this, again, a state of being, 
only a quicker ? 

Albano would fain lead along more beautifully the 
fleeting, divine season, when the heart is our god ; he 
would have it rather fly upward than fly away. He was 
angry the next day with nobody but himself. He tore 
his way through such petty and yet closely entangling 
troubles, through a condition like that of men during an 
earthquake, when an invisible vapor holds the heavy 
foot as a snare. " I would rather let myself be rained on 
upon mountains," said he, " than in valleys." Men of 
quick fancy more easily reconcile themselves to the loved 
one when she is absent, than when she is present. 

After some days, he went again to Blumenbühl just 
before sundown. A burning red cut through the night- 
like gloom of the foliage. His darkening, woody road 
was made, by the flames which danced about therein, an 
enchanted one. He transferred his illuminated present 
deep into a future, shady past. 0, after years, thought 
he, when thou returnest, when all is gone by and changed, 
the trees grown up, human beings passed away, and only 
the mountains and the brook left, then wilt thou con- 
gratulate thyself that thou couldst once in these walks 
so often journey to thy sweetest heart, and on either 
hand the music and the glory of Nature went along with 
thy joyful soul, as the moon seems to the child to run 



after him through all streets. An unwonted rapture 
flung through his whole being the long, broad streak of 
sunshine ; the farthest flowers of his fancy opened ; all 
tones came through a brighter ether, and sounded nearer. 
The flowers around him, too, exhaled a keener fragrance, 
and the peal of the bell sounded nearer ; and both are 
signs of foul weather. 

Thus inwardly happy, he made his appearance, — and, 
indeed, without Roquairol, who in fact came more and 
more seldom, — and found his beloved up in his child- 
hood's study, her guest-chamber, which was now the 
usual scene of his visits. In a white dress, with dark 
trimming, as in a beautiful half-mourning, she sat at the 
drawing-table with her eyes sharper than usual, buried 
in a picture. She flew to his heart, but only to lead him 
back presently to the dear form upon which her heart 
hung as in a mother's arms. She related that her mother 
had been here to-day with the Princess, and had showed so • 
much pleasure in her improving color, such infinite kind- 
ness toward her happy daughter. " She was obliged," 
continued she, " to let me take a slight sketch of her, 
in order that I might only look upon her so much the 
longer, and have something of .her to keep by me. I 
am just finishing the outline of the face, but it is abso- 
lutely too poor a likeness." She could not tear her 
fancy away from the image, and still less from the origi- 
nal. To be sure, no more beautiful medallion can hang 
on a daughter's heart, or in fact in it, than that of 
a mother; but, nevertheless, Albano thought to-day the 
hanging-ring took up too broad a space. 

She talked only of her mother. " I certainly sin," said 
she ; " she asked me in such a friendly way whether 
thou earnest often, but I said only yes, and nothing 


further. O good Albano, how gladly would I have given 
up to her frankly my whole soul ! " 

He answered, that the mother seemed not to be so 
frank ; she perhaps knew already the whole through the 
Lector, and the pure draught of love would now be 
continually disturbed by foreign substances. Against 
Augusti he declared himself very strongly, but Liana 
quite as strongly upheld him. Through both that coun- 
terfeiter of the coin of truth, namely, suspicion, — the 
suspicion that she perhaps loved him as she loved every- 
thing, since she grew as by a living tie to everything 
good, — gained, under Albano's sensibilities, which be- 
sides had been to-day so warm and glad, more and more 
mint-stamps and currency. 

She suspected nothing, but she came back to the sub- 
ject of her secrecy. " But why, then, does it make me 
unhappy," said she, "if it is right? Beloved one, my 
Caroline too appears to me no longer, and truly that is no 
good sign." This spectral-machinery always came on as 
oppressively and gloomily to him as a thunder-cloud in 
the outer world. His old exasperation against the teas- 
ings practised in his own case by apes of the air, whom 
he could not lay hold of, passed over into a similar feeling 
against Liana's optical self-deception. That veil pre- 
sented her by Caroline, wherewith, in the beginning, she 
had so sublimely arrayed herself for the cloister of the 
tomb, — that travelling veil for the next world, — had 
long been to this Hercules a burning garment, drenched 
in the poisonous blood of a Nessus ; therefore she no 
longer dared to wear it before him. The conclusion that 
the fancy of being destined to death laid the seed of the 
reality, and that in the deep overhanging cloud an acci- 
dent might easily attract the striking-spark of death, fell 



like a mourning into his love festival. So are all strange 
sea-wonders of fancy (like this death-delusion) desired 
only in fancy (in romance), but not in life, except once on 
fantastic heights ; but then must such comets, like others, 
soon recede again from our heaven. 

He spoke now very seriously, — of suicidal fancies, 
of life's duties, of wilful blindness to the fairest signs 
of her recovery, among which he reckoned as well the 
disappearance of the optical Caroline as the blooming of 
her color. She heard him patiently ; but through the 
Princess, who, notwithstanding her love, seldom left be- 
hind with him pleasant impressions, her fancy had to-day 
taken quite another road, far beyond herself and her 
grave. She stood only before Linda's image, of which 
Julienne had this afternoon communicated to her sharper 
outlines than maidens" are wont to give of maidens. 
" She is a very good girl," they say of each other. 
Linda's manly spirit, her warm attachment to Gaspard in 
connection with her contempt of the mass of men, her 
inflexibility, her bold strides in manly knowledge, her 
masterly and often severe letters, more pithy than flow- 
ery, and, most of all, her probably approaching arrival, 
took a powerful hold of Liana's tender heart. " My 
Albano must have her," was the constant thought of this 
disinterested soul ; and if the Princess had had the inten- 
tion of humiliating comparisons, she remarked it not, but 
fulfilled it. The good creature found, too, so much of a 
higher providence here, — for example, that her brother 
need now no longer be the rival of her lover and of Ins 
friejid, — that she herself could portray beforehand her 
vigorous Albano to the proud Pomeiro, and that certainly, 
despite all opposition, all the ghostly prophecies strikingly 
connected and coincided with each other. All this she 


now said (because she concealed only her sorrows, not 
her hopes) right to the Count's face. 

What a gnashing bite did an evil genius at this moment ' 
make into his tenderest life ! That glowing love which 
neither divides nor is divided possessed his heart, he 
thought, not hers. He came very near to showing up 
his inner being just as it was, all kindled at once, as if 
by a lightning stroke, into a lofty blaze. Only the inno- 
cent white brow, with festive roses in its little ringlets ; 
the childishly bright looking-up of the pure blue pair of 
eyes, and the soft face, which even at a musical fortis- 
simo, and at every vehemence in movement or laughter 
on the part of another, caught a sickly redness from the 
beating heart ; and his indignant shame at the levity with 
which a man can abuse his omnipotence and his sex, to 
the terror of the tenderer, restrained him, like guardian 
spirits ; and he said merely, in that noble anger which 
sounded like a tender emotion, " O Liana, thou art hard 
to-day ! " 

" And yet I am indeed so tender ! " said the innocent 
one. The two had hitherto been standing at the window, 
before the dark tempest which came rolling on out of 
Lilar. She turned suddenly round ; for since the day of 
her blindness, when a dark cloud had seemed to fly 
towards her, she had never been able to look at one long ; 
and Albano's tall form, with his whole live-glowing face 
and his soul-speaking eyes, stood illumined by the evening 
light before her. With the hand which he left free she 
softly and playfully swept aside the dark hair from his 
defiant forehead, smoothed the contracted eyebrow, and 
said, as his look stung like a sun, and his mouth shut 
with determination, " O, joyfully, joyfully, shall this fair 
face one day smile ! " He smiled, but sadly. " And then 



shall I be still more blest than to-day ! " said she, and 
started, for a lightning-flash darted across his earnest face, 
as over a jagged mountain, and showed it, like that of 
the god of Avar, illuminated with war-flames. 

He hurried away ; would not be held back ; spoke of a 
weather-cooling ; went out into the storm ; and left Liana 
behind in the joy that she had spoken to-day merely out 
of pure love. From the last house in the village Rabette 
flew to meet him ; the torrents of the restrained tears 
rolled down his cheeks. "What dost thou want? why 
weepest thou ? " she cried. " Thou art dreaming ! " cried 
he, and hurried, without further answer, out into the tem- 
pest, which had suddenly, like a mantle-fish, flung itself 
stiflingly over the whole heaven. There, under the rain- 
drops and lightning-flashes, he began, first of all, to reckon 
up for himself the best proofs that Liana had saintly 
charms, divine sense, all virtues, especially universal phi- 
lanthropy, daughterly, sisterly, friendly affection, only not, 
however, the glowing love for one person, — at least, not 
for him. She is so entirely and exclusively — such 
is always his conclusion — possessed and absorbed with 
the present object, whether it be myself or a broken arm 
of the little Pollux, that it hides from her heaven and 
earth. Hence the setting of her life's day, with all the 
attendant partings, is no more to her than the setting of a 
star. Hence it was that I stood beside her so long, with 
a heart full of the pangs of love, and she saw not into my 
love, because she found none in her own bosom. And 
this is what makes it so bitter, when man, pining in pov- 
erty among the common hearts of earth, is rendered by 
the noblest only unhappy at last. 

The rain pattered and trickled through the leaves, the 
fire darted through the woods, and the Wild Huntsman 



of the storm drove his crazy chase. This refreshed and 
rejoiced him like the cooling hand of a friend taking his 
to guide him. As he ascended, not through the cavern, 
but outside over the back of the mountain to his high 
thunder-house, he saw a thick, gray night of rain settle 
down heavily upon the green Lilar, and on the winding 
Tartarus rested under the flashes the illuminated storm. 
He shuddered, on entering his little house, at a cry which 
his iEolian-harp emitted under the snatches of the wind ; 
for it had once, gilded by the evening sun, ethereally 
clothed his young love like starlight, and had followed it 
with ever-varying tones, as it went out over this suffering 

70. CYCLE. 

ON the morning after both storms were dissolved into 
a still cloudiness. — And out of the great griefs 
came only errors. Weaklings that we are ! when at our 
sham execution fate touches us with the rod, not with the 
sword, we sink impotently from the block, and feel the 
process of dying reach far into our life ! All fevers, in- 
cluding spiritual ones, are cooled by the freshness of a 
new morning, just as sad evening stirs all their embers 
into a glow. Who of us has not at evening, — that prop- 
er witching hour of tormenting spectres, house-haunting 
ghosts and hobgoblins, — caught in the threads which he 
himself had spun, but which he took for a web spread by 
other hands, entangled himself more and more deeply the 
more he turned about and tried to extricate himself, till 
in the morning he saw his turnkey before him, namely, 

Albano saw on the whole theatre of yesterday's war 
nothing left standing but a pale, kindly figure in half- 




mourning, who looked round after him with innocent 
maidenly eyes, and toward which he could not help look- 
ing over, albeit she was now more a bride of God than 
of a mortal. He felt now, to be sure, more strongly how 
high his demands upon real friends rose, than he once did, 
when he could heighten at pleasure the highest which he 
made upon the beings of his dreams, whom he always cast 
exactly into the temporary mould of his heart ; and how 
he was possessed by a spirit that spared no one, that would 
I stretch the wings of every other according to its own, 
because it could bear no individuality except that which 
was copied. 

He had hitherto experienced from all his loved ones 
too little opposition, as Liana had too much ; both ex- 
tremes injure one. The spiritual as well as the physical 
man, without the resistance of the outer atmosphere, is 
blown up and burst by the inner, and without the resist- 
ance of the inner is crushed by the outer ; only the equi- 
librium between inner resistance and outer pressure keeps 
a fair play-room open for life and its culture. Besides, 
men — since only the best of them appreciate in the best 
of their own sex strong conviction — can hardly tolerate 
it in women, and would have them not merely the reflec- 
tion, but even the echo, of themselves. They want, I 
mean, not merely the look, but also the word, that says yes. 

Albano punished himself with several days of voluntary 
absence, till the unclean clouds should have cleared away 
from within him which had overshadowed the gnomon of 
the sundial of his inner man. " When I am quite cheer- 
ful and good-natured," said he, " I will go back to her, 
and err no more." He errs at this moment. Whenever 
a strange, uncomfortable semitone has repeatedly intruded 
itself between all the harmonies of two natures, it swells 


more and more fatally till it drowns the key-note, and 
ends all. The dividing tone was, in this case, the strength 
of the man's pitch in connection with the strength of the 
woman's. But the highest love is most easily wounded 
by the slightest difference. 0, little avails it then for 
man to say to himself, I will be another man ! Only in 
the finest, only in unimpaired enthusiasm, does he propose 
to himself such a thing ; but it is just when the feeling 
is impaired, when he were hardly capable of the purpose, 
that he has to rise to the fulfilment of it, and then he can 
hardly make the achievement. 

The Count went in the morning, as usual, to his lecture- 
rooms and parlors in the city. In the former it was hard 
for him to fix his instruments and his eyes upon the stars 
of the sciences, and to take sight, sailing as he was on 
such a sea of emotion. In the latter he found the Lector 
colder than ever, the Bibliothecary warmer, the household 
more inflated. He went to Roquairol, whom he to-day 
loved and treated still more cordially, as if by way of 
atonement to his offended sister. Charles said at once, 
with his sudden and tragical flinging up of the curtain of 
futurity, " All was discovered, — in the highest degree of 
probability ! " As often as lovers see that their Calypso's t 
island — which, to be sure, lies free on the open ocean — 
has at length come to the eyes of the seafaring world, 
and that they are making sail for it, they are astonished 
to an astonishing degree ; for is there any one Paradise , 
which has such a loose and low palisado, allowing every 
passer-by to see in, as theirs ? 

For a long time, he related, had the Doctor's children 
always had something to fetch from the Architect's wife 
at Lilar, — flowers, medicine-phials, &c. ; certainly as 
spy-glasses and ear-tubes of Augusti, who again was the 



opera-glass of his mother. In short, his father had, at 
least, been at the Greek woman's yesterday, but had 
luckily found only an empty package * from Rabette to 
him (Charles), which, according to the liberties of the 
ministerial Church, he had opened and closed. 

" Why luckily ? " said Albano. " I will justify and 
honor my love before the world." " I referred to my- 
self," he replied ; " for never was my father more friendly 
to me than since he broke open my last letters. He is 
this afternoon in Blumenbühl, and it may well be more 
on my own account than my sister's." 

Albano had no fear that the city could drill mining- 
galleries under his childhood's land, so as to blow up in 
one conflagration the blessed isle, — could he not trust his 
character and courage and Liana's own ? — but it pained 
him now that he had so needlessly robbed the childlike 
Liana of the joy and merit of a childlike open-hearted- 
ness. How he longed now for the atoning and recom- 
pensing moment of the first meeting again, after the next 
morning ! 

He stayed by his friend as by a consolation, and did 
not go back till the evening redness floated about in the 
rain-clouds. When he came, he found already awaiting 
him a letter from Liana, written to-day. 

" O good Albano, why earnest thou not ? How much 
I had to say to thee ! How I trembled for thy sake on 
Friday, when the frowning cloud pursued thee with its 

* In which were always enclosed letters from Liana to Albano. 
Let every one see here, by two examples, how on the harmonica of 
love a brother must stand in front as key-bank for the sister, who 
would reach the bells. There should, therefore, always be a couple 
of couples, diametrically connected in sisterhood and affection. 


thunder ! Thou hast wearied me too much from sorrow, 
so strange and heavy has it become to me now. I was 
inconsolable the whole evening ; at last, when night fell, 
the thought sank into my mind that thou hadst been 
oppressed as with presentiments, and that the lightning 
loved to strike the thunder-house. Why, indeed, art thou 
there ? I hurried up, and knelt by my bed, and prayed 
to God, although the storm had long been dispersed, that 
he would have preserved thee. Smile at my tardy prayer; 
but I said to him, 'Thou knowest indeed, all-gracious 
One, that I would pray.' I was consoled,- too, when I 
looked up to the stars, and the broken ray of joy trembled 
within me. 

" But in the morning Rabette made me sad again. She 
had seen thee weeping on the road. A thousand times 
have I asked myself, whether I am to blame for that. 
Can it have come from this, — for she says so, — that I 
afflict thee too much with my death thoughts ? Never 
more shalt thou hear them ; the veil, too, is laid away ; 
but I calculated upon thee according to my brother, to 
whom, as he himself says, the dusk of death is an evening- 
twilight, in which forms seem to him more lovely. Truly, 
I am quite blest ; for thou art even so, and yet hast so 
little in having me, — only a small flower for thy heart, but 
I have thyself. Leave me my grave-mound ; therefrom, 
as from a mountain, comes better, more fruitful soil into 
my valley. O how one loves, Albano, when all around 
us crumbles and sinks and melts away in smoke, and when, 
still, the bond and splendor of love stand firm and invio- 
late on the fleeting ground of life, as I have often seen 
with emotion, when standing by waterfalls, a rainbow 
hover, undisturbed and unchanged, over the bursting, 
impetuous floods ! O, would that the nightingales were 



yet singing ; now I could sing with them ! Thy JEolian- 
harp, my harmonica, how gladly would I have it in my 
hand ! My father was with us, and more cheerful and 
friendly toward all than ever. Lo, even he is kindly 
disposed ! My parents surely send no tempest into our 
feast of roses. I readily did him the pleasure, therefore, 
— forgive it ! — of promising him, that I would receive 
no visits from strangers in a strange house — because, 
he said, it was improper. I must go home for some days 
on account of the Prince's marriage ; but I shall see 
thee soon. O forgive ! When my father speaks softly, 
my soul cannot possibly say, No. Farewell, my noble 
one ! L. 

" P. S. Soon a little leaf will come fluttering again 
over to thy mountain. Only continue in perpetual joy ! 
' O God ! why am I not stronger ? What beings shouldst 
thou then take to thy heart ! — Thou dear one ! " 

How was he shamed by this full-blooming love, which 
never rightly knows when it is misunderstood, and which 
presupposes no other fault than its own ! How sadly did 
the thought of the commanded separation affect him now, 
after the voluntary one ! He could now love her as a 
guarding angel before Paradise, how much more as a giv- 
ing angel in it ! But it is hard for a man, as the youth 
felt, clearly to distinguish in the female heart, especially 
in this one, intention from instinct, ideas from feelings, 
and in this dark, full heaven to count and arrange all the 
stars. Everything like hardness, every unpromising bud, 
arose at last as a flower ; and her worth unfolded itself 
piece-wise like spring; whereas, generally, from other 
maidens, a traveller who visits them carries away with 
him directly at his first evening's departure a little com- 



plete flower-catalogue of all their charms and arts, as a 
Brocken-passenger gets at the tavern a neat nosegay 
of the various kinds of mosses which are found on the 

He supposed she was now with her parents ; and he 
followed, not as a pouting schoolboy, but as a harmonious 
man, the giant of destiny. In the garden rainy weather 
held sway, the crop of every heavy tempest, which, like 
a war, always devastates the scene of conflict. 

The promised leaflet appeared : " Only be happy. We 
shall see each other very, very soon, and then most bliss- 
fully. Forgive me ! Ah, I long exceedingly ! " 

Now he experienced what days they were which had 
once — that is, only a few days ago — passed before him 
as divine apparitions, and which now again were to come 
up in the East as returning stars ! Why does a blessing, 
not till it is lost, cut its way like a sharp diamond so 
deeply into the heart ? Why must we first have lamented 
a thing, before we ardently and painfully love it ? Albano 
threw both past and future away from him, that he might 
dwell wholly and purely in that present which Liana had 
promised him. 

71. CYCLE. 

ON Sunday morning, when all the blue heavens stood 
open, and the earth was festally decked with pearls 
and twigs, a gentle finger tapped at Albano's door, which 
could belong to none but a female hand. It was Liana 
who entered at so early an hour ; Rabette and Charles 
without uttered a loud greeting. On his exulting breast 
fell the beautiful maiden, blooming from her walk, with 
blessed, bright eyes, a freshly bedewed rosebud. It was 
his finest morning ; he had a clear feeling of Liana's love. 

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As the iEolian-harp sounded in, she looked towards it, 
remembered with a blush that fairest evening of the cov- 
enant, and listened in silence, and dried her eyes when 
she turned them again towards Albano. But he could 
not enter into this temple of joy without having cleansed 
and healed himself by a frank confession of his late 
errors. What a sweet rivalry ensued between them of 
confessing and forgiving, when Liana lovingly exclaimed 
and owned that she had not. understood him lately, that 
only she was the blamable one, and that she would begin 
this very moment to speak better. She could not give 
herself any comfort about the secret pangs which she had 
caused her friend. As mahogany furniture cracks in no 
temperature, and contracts no spots, and needs no polish- 
ing, so was it with this heart, Albano's felt, as he now 
swore to himself always, even when he did not understand 
her, to say to himself, She is right. 

She solved for him the riddle of her appearing to-day 
with those friendly looks which a good nature redoubles, 
when it has anything to sweeten, — namely, she was going 
back to Pestitz to-day ; but the carriage would not come 
till late, till evening, in fact, about tea-time, and so there 
remained a whole day before them ; and she hoped her 
father would not take this circuitous route through Lilar 
as a breach of her promise. A loving maiden grows un- 
consciously more bold. Thereupon she sought to make 
him quite calm about the peaceful intentions of her father, 
and represented his strictness, in subjecting himself and 
others to convenience, as the reason of his prohibition, as 
well as of her being summoned back to the wedding- 
festival. Albano, so soon after the oath which he had 
just sworn to himself, kept it, and said, She is right. 

The Captain came in with the red-cheeked Rabette, 


whose eyes glistened with joy. The small apartment 
did not, by narrowness and confusion, make the pleasure 
less. Charles, generally so much like Vesuvius, which * 
in the first hours of morning is still covered with snow, 
presented already a warm summit ; he seated himself at 
the instrument and thundered into the noisy pfesence 
with a prestissimo (which lay open) of Haydn's, — that 
true hour-caller of rejoicing hours, — and played, to the 
astonishment of the females, the hardest part so easily, at 
sight, that he rather played into it, than from it, and kept 1 
composing much (for instance, the bass) himself ; whereas 
Albano, with almost comic fidelity, gave you the exact J 
truth in music quite as much as in history, which, again, . 
always became in Charles's mouth a piece of his own per- 
sonal biography. The morning added wings to all their 
souls, whereas noon always binds men's wings down, — 
hence Aurora goes with winged steeds, and the god of 
day with wingless ones. " But how now are our seven 
pleasure-stations to be made out?" inquired Charles, "for 
the day lies like a garden-hall, with nothing but pleas- 
ure-avenues on all sides open before us." " Charles, is it 
not, then, a matter of indifference where a man loves ? " 
said Albano. Blessed one, whose heart needs nothing but 
one heart more, no park into the bargain, no opera seria, ' 
no Mozart, no Raphael, no eclipse of the moon, not so 
much as moonlight, and no read or acted romance ! 

" First, I must see my Chariton," said Liana. " Yes," 
added her brother, immediately, " she can bring our din- 
ner after us into the gothic temple." He proposed, 
namely, on this lovely day, to dine in the twelfth century, 
and to sit by a sombre, motley window-light, and on sharp- 
cornered, heavy, thick furniture, and, as it were, darkly 
under the earth of a green present, glistening overhead, 

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to sit with blooming faces ; for thus did he overload the 
fullest enjoyments with external contrasts, and enjoyed 
every happy present most in the near gleam and reflec- 
tion of the sharpened sickle which was to mow them 
away.* " God forbid and avert it, friend ! " said Rabette. 
AlbanO, too, deemed the friendly Greek, her laughing 
children, and the neighboring rose-fields far preferable, 
and, with the aid of Liana, prevailed. Before the em- 
bowered cottage the children came running to meet them, 
Helena, with her little apron full of orange-blossoms, 
which she had picked up, for the breaking of them off 
had been forbidden her, and Pollux, in the last, light 
bandage of his broken arm, the hand of which had now 
been obliged to work with its companion, the right hand, 
at puckering up and cracking the rose-leaves. Both gave 
notice : "Mother was not ready yet, and had dressed them 
first." But presently, neat and simple as a priestess des- 
tined to dance around the altar of gods of joy, sprang 
Chariton to meet her Liana, and, as she came, continued 
adjusting her hastily donned clothes by a light hitching 
and twitching. " This," said Roquairol, after he had easily 
obtained from Rabette a nodding assent thereto, because 
she had not understood his French request for the same, 
" is my spouse since yesterday," — and he enjoyed with- 
out further circumstance the right of showing her, which 
she, since the friendly encouragement of the Minister, 
accepted the more fondly with maidenly presentiments. 

* " Such a character," writes Hafenreffer in this connection, "were 
desirable for romancing Kotzebues, for they, as he always will, ac- 
cording to his nature, create and raise the dignity of the situation by 
the accidental place thereof, might, under the cloak of his personality, 
I humor entirely their own and disguise the weakness of the poet under 
the weakness of the hero." Methinks this is, so far as a biographer 
of romancers can decide, very striking. 



When Liana kindly announced four noonday guests 
for Chariton, there stood in the dark eyes of the Greek 
gleams of joy, and the little face, with great arched Italian 
eyebrows, became a stereotype smile, which was not culi- 
nary embarrassment, but merely tongueless joy, which 
only made her white semicircle of teeth shine more 
broadly, when Charles spoke right out : " Surely thou 
canst help her, wife ! " " Of course ! " said Rabette, quite 
delighted ; because her heart had no longer any other lips 
than her two hands, for which, if they could only lay hold 
of hard work, it was full as much as if they were pressed 
by the hand of a lover. Did she not again and again 
curse her awkward, hesitating throat, when Roquairol, in 
her presence, poured out his sounding and fiery torrents 
of speech? On this occasion, when he had again set 
off the surroundings with artificial, shadowy refinements, 
he insisted upon it, of course, that Chariton should be 
executive secretary, and Rabette only corresponding sec- 
retary. Liana, too, out of a like womanliness, would fain 
do something for her darling ; but since she, as a maiden 
of rank, could not cook anything, but only bake a little, 
accordingly it was assigned her, — but reluctantly on the 
part of her friend, who never loved to see the sweet form 
anywhere else than, like other butterflies, by his side 
among the flowers, — at a quite late moment, and for a 
space of ten minutes, with her eyes and in extraordinary 
cases with her three writing-fingers, to co-operate in mak- 
ing the snow-balls, which were to close and crown the 

Never had kitchen ball-queen a broader canopy, or a 
more beautifully carved sceptre and apple, or fairer dames 
cCatour* than Chariton, and vessels and fire were quite 
thrown into the shade thereby. 

* Tiring-women. — Tk. 



Now the happy couples — and the children too — went 
out into the joyful day, into the youthful garden, in order, 
like planets, with their moons, to stand now near each 
other, now far off, now in opposition, and now in con- 
junction, on their heavenly orbit around the same sun. 
" We will launch out at a venture," said Charles, in port, 
" and see whether we do not meet." Albano went with 
Liana after the children, who were already skipping along 
on the little houses through the rose-walks, on the bridge 
over the singing wood. He whose heart beats in such 
calm blissfulness, seeks in the invisible church no visible 
one : the whole temple of nature is the temple of love, 
and everywhere stand altars and pulpits. On the smooth- 
ly descending life-stream man stands without rudder, 
happy in his skiff, and leaves it to its own will. 

Then the children, mindful of the maternal prohibition 
against excursions, led the way up along the right, over 
the bridged eminence, to the western triumphal arch ; and 
Helena, merely as guide of the little convalescent, ran 
forward quite unexpectedly and wildly with his hand. 
How gladly did Albano follow the little pilots and pointers ! 
Heavens ! when they looked round them on the magnifi- 
cent height, and into the rich outspread day, and then 
into each other's eyes, how freely and broadly did the 
arches of their life-bridge rear themselves, and ships, 
with swollen sails and proudly towering masts, sail 
away beneath ! Rose-trees clambered up the triumphal 
arches, the children reached up, snatched roses from their 
summits, and trudged away (working out and proving 
the unusual obedience) over four gates, in order, from 
the fifth, to look down into the smooth, shining lake, and 
to descend into the " enchanted wood," where art, like 
the children, played her pranks. 



Out of the entrance of the wood came forth Charles 
and Rabette, on their way back to Chariton over the 
arches, the former bound to the wine-cellar (he had 
something empty therefrom in his hand), and she in- 
tending to run a moment into the kitchen. He went 
blissfully, as if on wings, and said : " Life travels to-day 
in the constellation of the wain, far away through the 
blue." He turned round, however, to let the Pleiades 
rise before them, that is, the so-called "inverted rain," 
which ascends only for the space of five minutes, and 
properly only in an illumination. He led them all into 
the wondrous wood, through a light that lay in noonday 
slumber, glowing under free trees, whose stems, standing 
far asunder, only tendered each other their long twigs. 
At the focus of the picturesque paths, he let them await 
the play of the rain. The children sprang after him with 
their hopes, and, backed by the courage of the grown 
ones, sat down by them, on designated seats of the gods, 
or children's seats, between two little round lakes. 

While Charles ran swiftly up and down in zigzag, at- 
tending to the hydraulic and other mechanism, — nearly 
according to the points of the labyrinth-garden in Ver- 
sailles, — they could fly about through the magic wood 
that rose everywhere. An all-powerful arm of the 
Rosana, which swept by without, struck in among the 
flowers, and bore a heavy, rich world ; now the water 
was a fixed mirror, now a winding, beating vein, now a 
gushing spring, now a flash of lightning behind flowers, 
or a dark eye behind leafy veils ; tapering shores, short 
beds, children's gardens, round islands, little hills, and 
tongues of land lay between : they held their motley, 
blooming children on arm and bosom, and the blue eyes 
of the forget-me-not, and the full tulip-cheeks, and the 



white-cheeked lilies played together like brothers and 
sisters apart from strangers, but roses ran through all. 
Now they heard a murmuring and purling; the lakes 
beside them bubbled up ; on a peeled May-tree, fenced 
in on an island, the yellow fir-needles began to drop from 
above ; from the hanging birches on the tongue of land, 
an inner rain dripped and glided down ; out of the two 
lakes beside them water-jets flew like flying-fishes to- 
ward heaven. Now it gushed everywhere, and rows of 
fountains, those water-children, played with the flower- 
children. Like birds, streams fluttered with broad wings 
out of the laurel-hedges, and fell into the groups of 
roses. On a hill full of oaks, a water-snake crawled up ; 
victoriously shot out from all the mouths of the shores 
besieging arches to the summits ; suddenly the cheated 
spectators found themselves overhung with rainbows, for 
the lakes flung their waters high across over them, so 
that the wavering sun blazed through the lattice-work 
of drops, as through a shivered jewel-world. The chil- 
dren screamed with a terror of joy. The scared birds 
cruised through the shower ; night butterflies were cast 
down ; the turtle-doves shook themselves on the ground, 
beaten down in the torrents ; the banks and the beds 
held their blooming little ones beneath the heavens. 

After five minutes the whole was over, and nothing 
remained, save that in all flowers and eyes the moist 
radiance trembled, and on the waves the stars continued 
to glisten. The children ran after the wonder-worker, 
Charles. " All is over outwardly," said Albano, " but not 
within us. I am to-day perfectly and peacefully happy ; 
for thou lovest me, and the whole world, too, is friendly. 
Art thou, too, happy, Liana ? " She answered, " Still 
more happy, and I must needs weep for joy if I told bow 



happy I am." But she was weeping already. " See ! 
drops ! " said she, naively, as he looked upon her, and 
wiped Ms, which were the sprinklings of the rainbow, 
softly from his cheeks. His lips touched her holy, tender 
eye, but the other remained open, and her love looked 
out from it at him, and never did her holy soul hover 
nearer to him. 

After a few minutes this inverted heavenward shower 
was also over. They went across the middle of the free 
gardens to the eastern parts and gates. How brightly lay 
the coasts of the future before them, with thick, hiarh. 
green, and nightingales flying around the shores ! Rap- 
ture makes the manly heart more womanly. The voice 
of his full bosom spoke but softly to Liana, on whose 
countenance, turned sidewise and heavenward, lay a still, 
pious gratitude ; his fiery glance moved but slowly, and 
rested on the beautiful world ; and he went without hasty 
strides around the smallest points of land. The young 
nightingale whet her well-fed bill against the twig, and 
shook herself merrily ; the old one sang a short lullaby, 
and skipped chanting after fresh food ; and everywhere 
flew and screamed across each other's paths the children 
of spring and their parents. Little white peacocks ran, 
without their pride, like little children in the grass. Bliss- 
fully floated the swan between her waves, with the white 
arch over the eyes that dipped under, and blissfully hov- 
ered the glistening music-fly, like a fixed star, undisturbed 
in the air, over a distant, flowery bell. The butterflies, 
flying flowers, and the flowers, fettered butterflies, sought 
and sheltered each other, and laid their variegated wings 
to wings ; and the bees exchanged flowers only for blos- 
soms, and the rose which has no thorns for them they 
exchanged only for the linden. 



" Liana," said Alban o, " how I love the whole world 
to-day, on thy account ! I could give the flowers a kiss, 
and press myself into the very heart of the full trees ; I 
could fe>t tread in the way of the long chafer down there." 
" Should one," she replied, " ever feel otherwise ? How 
can a human being, I have often thought, who has a 
mother, and knows her love, so afflict and rend the heart 
of a brute mother ? But Spener says, we do not forgive 
beasts even their virtues." " Let us go to him," said he. 

They came out through the eastern gate on the moun- 
tain-way behind the flute-dell, up to the house of old 
Spener, which lay in noonday brightness ; but, as they 
heard loud reading and praying, they chose rather to 
walk by at a great distance, in order not to throw so much 
as their shadow into his holy heaven. 

They gazed into the fair, still flute-dell, and would fain 
go directly in : at length it spoke up to them with one 
flute. Their friends seemed to be down below there. 
The flute continued long to complain, as if lonely and 
forsaken ; no sisters and no fountains murmured in with 
it. At last there rose, panting, in company with the flute, 
a timid, trembling singer's voice, struggling forth. It was 
Rabette. behind the tall bushes. She stirred both to the 
depths of the soul, because the poor creature, with the 
labor of her helpless voice, was rendering her loved one 
the meek sacrifice of obedience. " my Albano," said 
Liana, twining around him with ecstasy, " what sweetness 
to think that my brother is happy, and has found peace 
of soul, and that through thy sister ! " " He deserves all 
my peace," said he, with emotion ; " but we will not dis- 
turb the two, but go back the old way." For Rabette's 
tones were often cut short, but it was uncertain whether 
by fear, or by kisses, or by emotion. 



When they came in again through the eastern gate, the 
songstress and Charles came out of the green portal to 
meet them, both with wet eyes. Charles, stepping impet- 
uously over living beds, and with wandering eyes, grasped 
a hand of both with his, and said, " This is, for once in 
this rainy world, a day which does not look like a night. 
Brother, but when one is so deeply blest, and catches the 
music of the spheres, the tones are such as were once 
heard in token that from Mark Antony his patron deity, 
Hercules, was departing." Thus are joys, like other 
jewels, mechanical poisons, which only in the distance 
shine, but, when touched and swallowed, eat into us. But 
Albano replied, smiling, " Since thou now fearest, dear 
friend, thou hast nothing to fear ; for thou art not per- 
fectly happy. I, however, alas ! fear nothing." " Bravo ! " 
said Charles ; " now go into your kitchen, maiden ! " He 
went into the so-called "Temple of Dreams," but soon 
hastened after her into the forbidden kitchen. 

Albano visited Liana's spring chamber. Here he 
painted to himself from memory that bright Sunday when 
Liana led him through Lilar, and he let the past sooth- 
ingly glimmer into the present ; but the latter overpowered 
the former with its beams. Out in the garden stood and 
shone, so it seemed to him, the pure pillars of his heaven, 
the supporters of his temple, the trees ; and all that he 
here saw near him belonged again to his happiness, 
Liana's books and pictures and flowers, and every little 
mark of her tender hand. 

At last the saint of the Rotunda herself — suffused with 
a virgin blush at this nearness and at his blushing — 
stepped in, to take him away into the cool dining-room. It 
was small and dusky, but the heart needs not for its heaven 
much space nor many stars therein, if only the star of 



love has arisen. To the table-talk, — whereby alone an 
eating becomes a human one, — and to the jokes, — the 
finest entremets, the powdered sugar of conversation, — 
the children contributed their share, especially as they, 
unqualified to ascend from the forbidden thou to you, 
always used thou-you at once. The deeply-red Chariton 
made extracts from Dian's letters and from the history 
of her life, and from the surgeon's bulletins in relation 
to Pollux's broken arm; she sought to extol the snow- 
balls, listened with a half-credulous, half-cunning look to the 
Captain, who spun out the sportive marriage-thou toward 
Rabette into five acts, and smiled with pleasure just where 

, it was required. Especially did that music-barrel of all 
souls, Charles, spin joyously round ; that Jupiter, around 

1 whom the eclipses of so many satellites were always flying, 
could show a great, serene splendor, when he and others 
wished. As often as Albano, according to the old way, 
would not come to his tragedy, he drew up the curtain of 
a comedy. To the good Rabette a word was as good as 
a look from him, although she only returned the latter, so 
as neither to fall into the Thou nor into the You. Albano, 
knit with ears and eyes to one soul, could not produce 
with his lips much more than a smile of bliss ; he could 
more easily have made a hymn than a bon-mot, a grace at 
meat than a dinner speech. For his Liana was to-day 
too affectionate, so contentedly and exhilaratingly did the 
sweet maiden look round with such hearty play, acting 
the chatty, bantering hostess, that a man who saw it and 
thought of her firm death-belief, would only have been so 
much the more deeply affected by this dance around the 
grave with flowers on the head, though he should remark 
— or rather for the very reason of his remarking — that 
she was here merely carrying on a joke with jocoseness 


itself for the sake — according to her new moral funeral 
arrangement — of sweetening for her beloved every part- 
ing-hour, as well the next as the last of all. But this 
was hard to perceive, because in female souls every 
show easily becomes reality, whether it be a sad or a 
gay one. 

How happy was her friend and every good being to 
think that the saint pronounced herself blest ! And then 
she became, in turn, still more so. Thus does the radi- 
ance of joy dart to and fro between sympathizing hearts, 
as between two mirrors, in growing multiplication, and 
grows without end. 

72. CYCLE. 

THE hour of departure came rolling on with swifter 
and swifter wheels; more constellations of joy 
went down than came up. Thus do the blooming vine- 
yards of life always grow green on the ups and downs of 
a mountainous way, never on a smooth plain. The two 
lovers needed quiet now, not walks. They took the near- 
est, the path to the thunder-house. They stepped into the 
glimmering vesper-grounds as into a new land ; at mid- 
day man is awakened from one dream after another, and 
has always forgotten and sees things always new. In 
Albano the golden splendor of the strings of joy still 
lingered under the declining sun ; he told her gladly, how 
often he would visit her at her parents', and how he cer- 
tainly hoped to find them friendly. Liana, as a daughter 
and a lover, retouched all his hopes with her own. But 
now she let her hitherto light heart, which had been rock- 
ing itself on the flowers of sport, sink back upon the solid 
ground of earnest. • 



When there is peace and fulness in a man, he wishes 
not to enjoy anything else but himself ; every motion, 
even of the body, jostles the full nectar-cup. They has- 
tened out of the loud, lively garden into the still, dark 
thunder-house. But when, as if parted from the world, 
which lay out around the windows, brightly glistening 
and far receding, they stood alone together in the little twi- 
light, and looked upon each other, — and when Albano's 
soul became like a sun-drunken mountain at evening, light, 
warm, firm, and fair, and Liana's soul like an up-gushing 
spring on the mountain, which glides away purely bright 
and cool and hidden, and only under the touch of the 
evening-beam glows in rosy redness, — and now that these 
souls had just found each other in the wide, unharmonious 
world, — then did a mighty joy thrill through them like a 
prayer, and they cast themselves upon each other's hearts, 
and glowed and wept and looked upon each other ex- 
altedly in the embrace ; — and, on the JEolian-harp, sud- 
denly the folding doors of an inspired concert-hall flew 
open, and outswelling harmonies floated by, and suddenly 
again the gates shut to. 

They seated themselves at the breezy eastern window, 
before which the mountains of Blumenbühl and Lilar's 
hills and paths lay in the sunlight. Around them was 
evening shade, and all was still, and the JEolian-harp 
breathed low. They only looked at each other, and felt 
joy to their innermost being that they loved and possessed 
each other. How ecstatically did they look, from the 
protection of this citadel, down into the sounding, stirring 
world ! Down below the wind blew the blaze of poppies 
and tulips far and wide, and in among the heavy, yellow 
harvest. The silver-poplars, wearing eternal May-snow, 
fluttered with uptossing splendor; a flock of pigeons went 



rustling away, and dipped into the blue ; and overhead, 
amid flying clouds, stood those round temples of God, the 
mountains, in rows, beside each other, bearing alternate 
nights and days ; and the pious father stood alone on his 
hill, and handed his roe tender branches. 

" Thus may we ever remain ! " said Albano, and pressed 
her dear hand with both of his to his heart. " Here and 
hereafter ! " said she. " Albano, how often have I wished 
thou wert at the same time my female friend, that I might 
speak with thee of thyself! Who on the earth knows 
how I esteem thee, except myself alone ? " " Here 
and hereafter ? Liana, I am happier than thou, for I 
alone believe in our long life here," said he, all at once 

Whatever, now, may have been the reason, — whether 
that man is not at all accustomed to be happy in a pure ■ 
present, severed from all future and past, because his 
inner heaven, like the natural one, directly over his head 
and close to him, always looks dark-blue, and only round 
about the distant horizon radiant ; or that there is a bliss 
so tender and unearthly as, like the moonshine, to be made 1 
too dark by every passing cloud, whereas a sturdy one, 
like daylight, can bear the broadest ; or that Albano was 
too much like men who always in joy feel their powers 
so strongly that they would rather kick over the table of 
the gods than see a dish or a loaf of the heavenly bread 
left thereupon, rather be perfectly miserable than not per- 
fectly happy ; — suffice it, he could not and would not 
be guilty of longer fear and concealment. 

So, when Liana, instead of answering, only embraced 
him, and was silent, because she meant to remain the 
whole day true to her promise not to dash the festal tap- 
estry of fair days with a shade of mourning-cloth, then, 



as if urged on by a strange spirit, he spoke out : " Thou 
answerest nothing ? Only joys, not sorrows, shall I share ? 
Thou hast not thy veil ? Wilt thou spare me as a weak- 
ling ? and thee alone shall thy death-belief continue to 
oppress ? Liana, I will have pangs, too, and all thine, — 
tell all ! " 

" Truly, I only meant to keep my promise," said she, 
" and no more. But what then shall I say to thee, 
dear ? " 

" Dost thou believe, then, that thou art certainly to 
die after a year, superstitious one ? — heavenly one ! " 
said he. 

" In so far as it is God's will, certainly," said she. " O 
my good Albano, how can I help my belief, much as it 
pains thee too ? " And here she could no longer restrain 
her tears, and all the crucifixes of memory started up 
alive in the fair soul, and bled intensely. 

" God's will ? " asked he. " Quite as well might he at 
this moment precipitate a winter as an iceberg, into this 
happy summer. God ? " he repeated, looked up, knelt 
down, and prayed, " O thou all-loving God — But thou 
shalt not die to me ! " He turned, as if in anger, towards 
her, incapable of continuing his prayer, for the cry of his 
heart, and wiping hastily with both hands over his moist 
face. Now he prayed on, with a soft, trembling voice : 
" No, thou all-loving One ! kill not this fair, young life ! 
Leave us together long in purity and in peace." 

She knelt involuntarily at his side ; — to-day more ex- 
hausted with pleasures and unknown inner victories, even 
with long walking, so much the more intensely struck by 
a moving reality that she had been spoiled and softened 
by moving fancies, and inexpressibly afflicted at Albano's 
sorrow; — she could not speak; her head and neck bowed. 



as under a burden suddenly laid upon them ; and thus, M 
one heavily overclouded by a whole life, she looked down 
upon the floor. The embracing death-flood sounded with 
one arm around her ; then did she see, without looking up, 
her Caroline pass by somewhere in bridal dress, and with 
the white, gold-spangled veil trailing along far over life ; 
and she saw clearly how the celestial shape, when Albano 
begged for her life, shook its head sjowly to and fro. 
" Cease to pray ! " she cried, inconsolably. " But listen 
to me, thou cold apparition, and only make him happy ! " 
she prayed, but she saw nothing more ; and, with inex- 
pressible love, she hid her face, marked all over with the 
lines of agony, upon his breast. 

Here her brother called up, that the carriage was 
ready. She threw down a quick, thin-voiced "Yes." 
" Must we part ? " asked Albano ; the fiery rain of ecstasy 
had now fallen back into his open soul, in the shape of 
a darker rain of ashes ; and so he went on without any 
bounds to his anguish. " Then have we seen each other 
for the last time ? " and under the closed eyelid his noble 
eye wept. 

" No ! in the name of the All-gracious, no ! " said she, 
and rose to go. " Stay ! " said he, and she staid, and 
embraced him again. " But do not accompany me ! " she 
entreated. " Not ! " said he, and held her for some time 
as she withdrew, by the tips of the fingers ; it pained 
him so much, when he saw the sufferings which had 
been brought upon this still form, that these white wings 
of innocence had beaten themselves bloody against his 
cliffs and mountain-horns. He drew her again to him- 
self, ere he let her and his salvation go from him. He 
looken after her as she slowly stole down along the 
sunny mountain, drying her eyes under the twigs, and 



went with bowed head along all the gay, blooming 
paths of the forenoon's walk. But he gazed not after, 
when her carriage rolled away across the joyous wood ; 
he stood at the eastern window, and saw his child- 
hood's mountains tremble, because he had forgotten to 
dry his eyes. •* 


The Sorrows of a Daughter. 

73. CYCLE. 

LOUDS like these last consisted with Albano 
less of falling drops than of settling dust. 
His life was yet a hothouse, and stood there- 
fore toward the sunny side. Every day 

brought a new apology for the absent sweetheart, till 
at last she needed one no longer. But still he gave to 
every day its letter of indulgence for her silence ; by 
and by they grew into letters of respite (moratories) ; 
finally, when she never let anything at all be heard or 
read from her; then he began to re-examine the afore- 
said apologies, and strike out many things therein. 

Quite as little could he find for himself, or for a note, 
a way of access to her. Even the Captain had been 
gone for some days on a journey to Haarhaar. With 
faint hands he held the heavy, drained cup of joy, which, 
when empty, weighs the heaviest. The wild hypotheses 
which man in such a case trots * through him — as in this, 
for instance, that of Liana's being sick, having caught 
cold, her imprisonment, absence on a journey — are, in 
their alternation and value, to be compared with nothing, 
except with the quite as great wildness and number of ( 

* This is Jean Paul's own image. — Tr. 

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the plans which he enlists and dismisses, — that of ab- 
duction, of hate, of a duel, of despair. 

The terrible motionless time had no gnomon on its 
dial-plate. He stood as near his fate as man does to 
his dreams, without being able to recognize or prepare 
for its form, any more than one can for that which dreams 
will take. He went often into the city, through all whose 
streets there was riding, running, and driving, because 
they were about bringing and nailing together the beams 
for the grandest throne-scaffolding, on which the princely 
bride at her introductory compliment in the land, might 
look round the farthest; but he heard nothing there of 
his own bride, except that she quite often visited the 
picture-gallery with the Minister. 

Hereby two distressing hypotheses, that of her sick- 
ness, and that of her being at war with her family, 
seemed to lose their stings. The best, though the hardest 
thing was, to go straight to the Minister, as to Vesuvius, 
in order there to have the fairest prospect. He visited 
the Vesuvius. In fact this volcano was never more still 
and green. He asked after everything, and expressed 
himself upon much which immediately concerned the 
marriage festival ; nor did he seek to conceal his hopes 
and wishes that the Count would help welcome the ad- 
mirable bride. 

At last the latter, too, must venture to unfold Ms hopes 
and wishes about the ladies. The Minister replied, with 
uncommon pleasantness, that the two had just carried 
back the " charming Mademoiselle von Wehrfritz" to Blu- 
menbiihl ; and indulged himself forthwith in a eulogium 
of that "unsophisticated nature." Albano soon took his 
leave, but much happier than when he came. A few 
street-lamps * certainly were now burning on his path. 
* That is, of course, some lights of hope. — Tb. 


But in the morning he fell into a little obscure all* v, 
where there was not a single one; in other words, Ra- 
bette, the little reindeer, came running to Lilar, as she 
yesterday had to Pestitz, — for what is a race of a mile 
to a country-girl, else than a simple Allemande ? * — and 
shook and shook her heart before him, even to its very- 
ears, but nothing fell out of it except pleasant images, 
a few heavens, a complete wedding-day, a couple of 
parents-in-law, and a Captain's wife. " The Minister had 
been so courteous toward me, but — the mother after- 
ward still more so toward my parents ; and they have 
mentioned and praised the Captain so much, — in short, 
they of course know all, my glorious, heartily-loved 
brother ! " said she, — but of Liana she had nothing to 
bring to her glorious brother, except a bill of her health ; 
her joyous eye had not turned toward any dark region 
whatever. " We were not alone a minute, that is the 
reason of it," she added, and came again upon the subject 
of her Captain, whom the Minister had sent out on the 
Haarhaar road, as chief marshal of the escort of the 
Princess ; yet she referred him to the illumination night 
in Lilar, when she and Liana, and the parents on both 
sides, had arranged to be there. Thou good creature ! 
who is so cruel as to begrudge thee the glittering ring 
of joy, which thou contemplatest on thy brown and hard- 
boiled hand, and who does not fondly wish that its stones 
may never fall out ? 

Soon after, the brother of the past festivals flew to the 
heart of the deserted one, — Charles. He repeated al- 
most exactly Rabette's deposition, although not her rap- 
ture ; he said, — but without special emotion, — that his 
father actually threw him the brotherly hand kiss through 
* A German or Suabian dance. — Tk. 

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several rooms, distinguished and designated him quite 
particularly, and kindly made use of him for business 
purposes ; and all this merely since he had become ac- 
quainted with his love for Rabette, and the silent assent 
of the parents ; for with his father, though the heart was 
of no account, yet Rabette's fief was, especially as one 
could not trust, with all the romantic stock-jobbing of his 
heart, that he would not himself one day realize the 
poorest result. 

With a sighing breast, which would gladly have im- 
parted more to an expecting one, Charles merely related 
that he had found Liana well and quiet, but not alone for 
one minute. The association of another's want with his 
t own open, rich fortune was, so Albano believed, the fair, 
! tender reason why Charles glided with such cool, fleeting 
pleasure over the parental benediction of his soul's bond. 
O, how he loved him at this moment ! Could he have 
loved him ever so much more, he would have done it, 
though Liana had been actually lost to the sum of his 
happiness, merely to show himself and him that holy 
friendship wants no third heart in order to love a second. 

This cloud of silence lay fixed for weeks, and grew 
more and more dark around his fairest heights ; and the 
guiltless one went round and round through the darkness 
in a circle of contradictions. How must this youth have 
harassed himself when he thought, as he soon did, that 
the parents would, in all probability, reject an alliance 
with him, as he, indeed, thought himself obliged rather to 
forget than to reciprocate their advances, and that they 
might sacrifice two hearts to political heartlessness ; or 
when he let fall upon the innocent Liana the suspicion of 
giving way before parental assaults, which suspicion re- 
ceived reinforcement from the past through the conjecture 


that she had embraced him rather in poetical enthusiasm 
and from goodness, and more with wings than with arms, 
and that, in fact, accustomed to such long submissions, she 
could hardly distinguish sacrifices and inclinations, and 
might take one for the other ; or when, as he soon and 
oftenest did, he turned the point of all these weapons 
against his own breast, and asked himself why he had 
such a firm confidence in friendship, and such a wavering 
one in love. Then this reproach led him to a second, 
upon every previous one, which he had cast upon the 
good soul merely for the sake, according to the proselyting 
system and reforming mania which men exercise more 
upon their wives than upon their friends, of melting her 
down for his own mould. This last he might rue ; as 
Holberg* observes that men do not keep estates so 
well as women, because the former are always wanting 
to improve them more than the latter ; on the same 
ground, also, lovers spoil women more than these do 

For the sake merely of getting more expeditiously 
from the tedious tribunal of the future his sentence of 
death, or a more agreeable document, he went again to 
the ministerial house. He was again smilingly received 
by the Minister, and seriously by the mother ; and, in 
reply to his question, Liana was not quite well. He laid 
before old Schoppe (who now pressed his friendship upon 
him more warmly, and who, for some time near the dis- 
secting-knife of the Doctor, had not studied any other 
heart than that which was to be spattered to pieces and 
prepared) a short question about the Doctor's visits at the 
Minister's. How was he astonished when he heard that 
no one out of the house any longer made any visits to it, 
* His Moral Treatises, Vol. II. p. 96. 

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(while Liana, quite blooming, went into all circles,) except 
merely the Lector, who made very frequent ones ! 

He well comprehended that only the Medusa's-heads 
of the parents could turn the softest heart into stone 
against him ; but even this he found not right. He boldly 
demanded that she should love him more than her parents, 
" not from egotism," said he to himself, " not on my ac- 
count, but on her own." A lover wishes a great, inde- 
scribable love, of which he thinks himself always only 
the accidental and unworthy object, merely for the sake 
of tendering the highest himself. 

Even the silent Lector, who generally placed all newly 
rising lights behind light-shades and fire-screens, commu- 
nicated unbidden to the Count the novel tidings that 
Liana would be, under the administration of the coming 
Princess, something — * maid of honor. His old jealous 
suspicion of Augusti's wishes or relations allowed him no 
answer to that. 

Now his spirit manned itself, and he wrote straight to 
the soul that belonged to him, and sent the letter to her 
brother for delivery. The latter came the next day, but 
seemed to him not to have any answer yet, because he 
would otherwise have given it with the first greeting. 
Charles introduced him to the Haarhaar court, where he 
had lately been ; said every nerve there had on jack- 
boots, and every heart a hoop-petticoat ; then went on 
to eulogize the youngest, but most unpopular Princess, 
Idoine ; declared she possessed, in addition to all her 
other advantages, — for instance, purity, kindness, decision 
of character, which even on the throne selects for itself 

* The Germans call the dash the stroke of thought. Here it implies 
an emphatic pause, as much as to say, " What do you think is com- 
ing?"— Tk. 



its own lot and life, — the further grace of amiableness, 
since even the princely bride, who loved no one el^e, 
hung upon her heart, and — last, not least — the advan- 
tage of a very deceptive similarity to Liana. 

" Has Liana received my letter yet ? " asked Albano. 
Charles handed it back to him. " By Heaven ! " said he, 
ardently, and yet ambiguously, " I could not get it to her 
just now. But, brother, canst thou believe, only for one 
minute, that she does not remain forever most thine ? " 
" I do not believe anything at all ! " said Albano, offended, 
and tore his leaf on the spot into little bits no bigger than 
the letters. " Only we will," he continued, with a tone 
of emotion, " remain, as we are, firm as iron, and flexible 
as iron when it comes out of the furnace." The deeply 
touched friend sought to console him with the following : 
" Only wait, I pray, the illumination evening ; * then she 
will speak with thee. She must certainly appear, and 
thou wilt wonder in what character, and for whom." He 
nodded silently; he easily gathered her part from her 
resemblance to Idoine, and from her expected office at 
court. But what help was it to his fortune ? 

With the return of his note, which he despatched 
against his pride, that same pride came back in renewed 
strength. Now was a hot seal stamped on Albano's 
bleeding lip ; he had now nothing for and before him, 
except time, which was now his poison, and would by and 
by, as he hoped, be his antidote. Nothing was ever 
master over his sense of honor, when it was once roused. 
He could look forward to a scaffold on which blood 
spurted out, but he could not look upon a pillory where, 
under the heavy, poisonous, murderous pain of scorn and 
self-contempt, a downcast, distracted face hung on the 
sinful breast. 

* At the Prince's marriage. 



Charles sometimes approached with a few lights the 
long night-like riddle; but Albano, however much he 
wished them, staggered him by opposition, and sought not 
even to hear him, much less to ask him questions. So he 
lay on hard, youthful, thorny rose-buds, which a single 
hour can open into tender roses. Victories beget victories, 
as defeats do defeats ; he found now, if not a complete 
relief from the emotions which besieged him, neverthe- 
less a mountain-fortification against them, provisioned for a 
little eternity, in the shape of an astronomical observatory. 
With an entire and firmly collected soul he threw himself 
upon theoretical astronomy, in order not to see daylight, 
and upon practical astronomy in order not to see night. 
The watch-tower stood indeed upon a mountain interme- 
diate between the city and Blumenbühl, and commanded 
a view of both ; but he cast his eyes only upon the constel- 
lations, not upon those rosy-red spots of the earth, where 
they now could have sucked out of the cold flower-cups 
only water instead of honey. Thus amid the festive prep- 
arations in Lilar did he go armed to meet the long de- 
laying evening when the presence of the fairest soul 
should either bless or destroy him, vainly looking from 
time to time at the distant telegraph of his destiny, which 
was constantly moving, uncertain whether with peaceful 
or hostile significance. 

74. CYCLE. 

TO remove the seals from the enrolled acts of the 
foregoing history for the purpose of looking into it, 
— or to push back the blinds and shove up the windows 
of the same, — or to uncover so many covered ways and 
vehicles, — or, in fine, the whole matter, — all that is mere 


metaphors, — and the most inappropriate ones, too, — 
which cannot serve any other purpose than only to hold 
off still longer and more tediously the long-expected solu- 
tion, which they would fain describe ; much rather and 
better, methinks, will the whole war and peace position 
in the ministerial palace be at once freely laid bare as 
follows : — 

Herr Von Froulay had, as has been already mentioned, 
come home from Haarhaar with a Belle-vue in his face, 
and with a mon-plaisir in his heart (provided these tropes 
do not seem more elaborate than exquisite). He told his 
lady openly, what had hitherto detained and enchanted 
him so long, — the future Princess, who had conceived for 
him a more than ordinary fancy. He threw a full, glori- 
fying light on her enriched understanding, — he never 
praised anything beyond this in ladies,* — as well as a 
faint streak of shade upon his own Tier's ; and pronounced 
himself fortunate in the possession of a person whose 
fine, persistent coquetry (he said) he for his part could 
recommend as a model, and whose attachment he, in fact, 
(that he pretended not to conceal,) reciprocated half-way, 
but only half-way, for it was perfectly true, what the 
Duke of Lauzunf asserted: in order to keep the love 
of Princesses, one must just hold them in right hard and 
short. In the old man accordingly there shoots up, as we 
see, quite late, — not unlike the case of fresh teeth, — 
which oftentimes old men do not cut till they are nonage- 
narians, — a lover's heart beneath the star ; only it is 
more to be wished than hoped, he will especially play the 

* With the Egyptians the enchanters were only learned men ; with 
him the learned women were enchantresses. 

t Memoir es secrets sur les Reynes de Louis XIV., etc. Par Duclos. 
Tom. L 



ridiculous in the matter. For as he all the week long 
holds the helm of state, either on the rower's bench, to 
keep it in motion, or on the cabinet-maker's bench, to trim 
it down into a fine and light shape for the Prince ; the 
consequence is, he is so tired when Saturday comes, that no 
Virgil and no tempest could persuade him — and though 
his feet had not more steps to take for the purpose than 
the number of feet in Virgil's hexameter, or of command- 
ments in the Decalogue of Moses — to accompany a 
Dido out of the storm into the nearest cave. He does 
no such thing. He remains quite as free from sentimen- 
tal and pathetic love as from sensual, especially as he ap- 
prehends that the former would in the end entangle him 
in the latter, because like a minor-tone it has quite a dif- 
ferent returning scale from its ascending one. The iron- 
ical and stinging element in the man made every mar- 
riage — even that of souls — to him as well as to other 
world's people as disagreeable in the end as the spines of 
the hedgehogs make theirs. He lays up, therefore, in the 
future for the Princess only a cold, politic, coquettish, 
courtly love, such as she herself haply has, and such as 
he has occasion for, in order less to gain her than to gain 
from her, and to gain first of all the entire Prince. I 
promise myself cosmopolitan readers, who, I hope, find 
no offence to this personage in Froulay's partiality for 
his lady ; for so soon as the court-preacher has but once 
laid his joining hand on the Princess, then has this house- 
steward made, as it were, the cut in the pea-hen,* and 
she can then be taken off untouched, and be feasted on in 
other places. 

* It is well known that a cut is made in a fowl left whole as a sign 
that it has been upon the Prince's table, so that it may not be set on • 
again, but otherwise enjoyed. 


I have already (in the second volume) intimated the 
anxiety of the Minister's lady lest the Minister, if he 
should (in this volume) come back and not find Liana at 
home, should chafe ; but, contrary to expectation, he ap- 
proved ; her use of the country air-bath fell in exactly 
with his design of sending her into the vapor-bath of the 
court atmosphere. He told her mother that it by no 
means displeased him that she should now be entirely 
well, since the new Princess would select her for her 
maid of honor, whenever he should say the word. He 
could not for three minutes see a sceptre or a sceptrelet 
lying by him without proving its polarity for himself, 
and either attracting or repelling something with it. As 
the famous theologian, Spener, — a predecessor of our 
Spener, — prayed to God so beautifully thrice a day for 
his friends, one finds with similar pleasure that the cour- 
tier daily prays a little for his friends before his god, the 
Prince, and seeks to obtain something. 

The Minister's lady, never opposing his changeable 
plans in the sketch, but only in the execution, easily be- 
came reconciled with his latest one, because it at least 
seemed rather to stand in no auxiliary relation to the 
old one of the bethrothal to Bouverot. 

One evening, unfortunately, the fatal, anxious Lector 
— who pasted the smallest visiting-card to a Fulda's his- 
toric chart — arrived in her presence with his packet- 
ship, and came ashore having under his two arms the 
state and imperial advertisements of her two children ; 
he had one of them under each ; and yet why do I fly 
out upon the man ? Could a double-romance, especially 
when played in the open air, remain better concealed 
than a single one ? 

Her astonishment can be compared with the greater 

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astonishment of her husband, who happened to have just 
been screwing on in the third chamber his tin ear, — 
made by Schropp of Magdeburg, — in order to listen 
to the servants, and who now caught a number of things. 
Nevertheless, the double-ear, with the broad meshes of 
its nocturnal lark-net, had only fished up from Augusti's 
low, whispering, courtly lips single, long, proper names, — 
such as Roquairol and Zesara. Hardly had the soft- 
spoken Lector gone out, when he stepped gayly into the 
chamber, with his ear in his hand, and demanded of her 
a report of the reports. He held it beneath his dignity 
either to patch up or disguise his suspicion, — which, even 
in the friendliest and gayest mood, would never shut its 
Argus ears and eyes, — or to dissemble his eavesdrop- 
ping, with so much as a syllable or a blush of shame ; 
the fair lilies of the most colorless impudence were not 
painted, but branded on him. The Minister's lady im- 
mediately seized upon the female expedient, of telling the 
truth — half-way; namely, the agreeable truth of Roquai- , 
rol's well-received advances at the house of Wehrfritz, 
whose estate and provincial directorship had been cast 
into a very fitting shape for a father-in-law. Meanwhile 
the Minister had seen in his lady's face the mourning- 
border around this pleasant notification-document, far too 
clearly and broadly not to inquire about that prominent 
word " Zesara," which his delicate tin searcher had also 
caught up, but he inquired in vain ; for the mother held 
her good daughter too dear to set this wolf on the scent 
for her into her Eden ; she hoped to get her out of it 
in a gentler way, by a divine voice and angels ; and so 
evaded his question. 

But the wolf now ran farther on in his track ; he got 
the gout in his stomach, — so it was reported to Dr. 


Sphex, — demanded of him speedy aid, and also some in- 
telligence of his tenant, the Count. Doctor and Madam 
Sphex had already a grudge against the inflated youth ; 
through their four juvenile envoys, as enfans perdus in 
every sense, as four hearing-organs of every city rumor, 
much might be brought in on advice-yachts from Blumen- 
bühl and Lilar. In short, the auricular organs fitted in 
so well to those of others, that Froulay, in a few days, 
was in a situation to ask, with his lily brow, the Greek 
woman for a letter to his son, which he offered to take 
along with him. 

He found one, which he broke open with great joy, 
without, however, finding anything therein from Albano's 
or Liana's hand, but only some stupid allusion of Rabette 
to that couple, which, to the Minister, were as much as 
if, with his sharp exciseman's-probes, he had bored into 
Liana's heart and lighted upon contraband there. With- 
out any long, slavish copying of the former seal, he set 
a second upon the letter, and went away enlightened 
by it. 

We can all follow him, when we have detained our- 
selves only a few minutes for his justification, with my 

Apology and Defence * in the Hatte?' of the Second Seal 
upon Letters in State Affairs. 

Whether the examination of other people's letters per- 
tains to old Froulay as minister or father, — (although the 
latter presupposes the former, the father of the country 
implying every other father and his own too,) — I will 
not decide, except by the parenthesis just inserted. The 

* In German, Schutz- und Stich-blatt, — literally, a plate to defend the 
hand in parrying and thrusting, — Blatt, meaning leaf (of paper) also, 
conveys a pun not easily translated. — Tr. 



State which tackles on the post-horses before letters has, 
it should seem, the right to examine more narrowly, 
under the closed visor of the seal, these not so much 
blind as blinding passengers* in order to know whether 
it is not using its horses in the service of its enemies. 
The state, an ever-drawing light-magnet, means certainly- 
only to have light in the case, and particularly light upon 
all light in general ; it requires only the naked truth, 
without cover or covering. All that rides and fares 
through its gates must, though it were dressed in a 
surtout, just open its red mouth, and say what name 
and business. 

As the common soldier must first show his letters to 
his officer, the garrison-soldier of the Bastile to the gov- 
ernor, the monk his to the prior, the American colonist 
his to the Dutchman,! — in order that he may burn them 
up, if they find fault with him, — so, surely, can no 
statesman, whether he regards the state as a barrack, or 
as an Engelsburg, or as a monasterium duplex, or as a 
European possession in Europe, deny it the right to keep 
all its letters as open as bills of lading, patents of nobility, 
bills of sale, and apostolic epistles are. The only mistake 
is, that it does not get hold of the letters before they are 
enveloped and sealed. That is immoral enough ; for it 
necessitates the government to open and shut, — to draw 
the letter out of the case, and put it back again, as the 
cook with pains turns the snail out of his shell, and then, 
when he is once taken off from the fire, shoves him back 
again into it, to serve him up therein. 

This last is the point of the compass and cardinal wind 

* The blind-passenger in the German stage-coach corresponds to 
our dead-head in stage or steamboat. — Tr. 
f See Klockenbring's collected Essays. 


which is to guide us onward ; for universally acknowl- 
edged as it is, just as custom and observance are, that the 
government, on the same ground on which it opens the 
last will, must have the power to unseal also the last but 
one, and the one before that, and finally the very first, 
before its heir can do it, and that a prince must be able 
still more readily to bring servants' letters into the same 
deciphering chancery (and into their antechamber, the 
unsealing chamber), wherein the letters of princes and 
legates fly open before the caper-spurge,* nevertheless 
the cork-drawing of letters, — the joint seal, the vicariate 
seal, the laborious imitation of the L. S., or loco sigilli, 
— all this is something very annoying and almost detesta- 
ble ; out of the wrong a right must therefore be made by 
constitutional repetition. 

Something of the kind might be brought about, I flatter 
myself, if it were commanded to write letters only on 
stamp-paper. An inspecting and stamping office appointed 
for that purpose would then read everything over before- 

Or one might prohibit in future all private seals, just 
as they do mint-stamps for private coin. A seal-depart- 
ment would then interfere, with full rights, and seal up, 
as they now do the legacies of the deceased, so in that 
case those of the living. 

Or — which is perhaps preferable — an epistolary ceii- , 
sorship must commence. Unprinted newspapers, nouvelles 
a la main^ — that is, letters, — can never, inasmuch as 
they divulge still greater mysteries, demand a greater 
freedom of censorship than printed newspapers ; espe- 

* (In German, Spring-vmrzel) The juice of some plant (perhaps 
Devil 1 s-milk) highly and quickly corrosive. — Tk. 
f News by hand. — Tk. 

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daily as every letter, now-a-days, so easily becomes a 
circular, going everywhere. A catalogue of prohibited 
letters (index expurgandarum) would always be, in that 
case, a word to correspondents. 

Or let the postmasters be put under oath that they will 
be faithful referendaries of whatever they find weighty or 
considerable in the letters, which, before despatching, they 
have laid in the mental letter-balance, and closed again, 
with the hope, according to the Leibnitzian principle of 
the non-distinguishable seal, of speeding them far and 

If the State finds all these ways of reading and closing 
letters new and difficult, then it may go on in its own 
way — of opening them. 

Froulay flew, laughing, to his lady, and assured her 
her falsehood towards him was no news to him at all. Her 
present plan, merely to work against Herr von Bouverot 
and himself, he understood full well. Hence it was that 
Kabette had had to come in, and the daughter to go out. 
Meanwhile he would show the hypocrite and bigot, or who- 
ever it might be, that she had not merely a mother, but 
a father too. " She must immediately come home ; je la 
I ferai darner* mais sans vous et sans M. le Compte" he 
concluded, with an allusion to the office of court-dame. 

But the Minister's lady began, in accordance with her 
vehement contempt of his projects and powers, with that 
coldness which would have more exasperated every ardent 
one than this cold one, to say to him that she must needs 
, disapprove and oppose Liana's and the Count's love still 
more than he did ; that she had merely, in an excessive 

* The King had to darner, or make a dame of an unmarried maiden 
of rank, before she could go to Versailles to court. 


and otherwise never disappointed confidence in Liana's 
openness of soul, believed her rather than herself, and, 
notwithstanding so many signs of Albano's partiality, let 
her go to Bluuienbühl ; that she would, however, give 
him her word on the spot to act with as much energy and 
spirit against the Count as against the German gentleman, 
and that she was, as surely as she knew Liana, almost 
certain of the easiest and happiest result. 

Of course this was unexpected to him and — incredible, 
especially after the previous concealment ; only the finest 
man's soul distinguishes in the female the blending boun- 
daries of self-deception and wilful delusion, weakness and 
deceit, accident and intent; besides, the Minister's lady 
was one of those women whom one must first love in 
order to know them, a case which is generally reversed. 
He readily accepted on the one hand the confession of her 
agreement and co-operation, — merely for the sake, here- 
after, of turning it as a weapon against her ; — but he could 
not conceal, on the other hand, that there again (that was 
always his phrase) she had, according to her own con- 
fession, neglected to watch over her children from a want 
of jealousy. He retained the habit, when an open-hearted 
soul showed him its breaches, of marching in upon it 
through those breaches, as if he himself had made them. 
The penitent who knelt before him for forgiveness he 
would crush still lower, and instead of the key of absolu- 
tion draw forth the hammer of the law. 

I owe it here to the Spaniards, who will one day be- 
come acquainted with me through miserable translations,* 
and to the Austrian knighthood of the Golden Fleece, 
who perhaps read the original in a counterfeit edition, to 

* Not so miserable perhaps as a French mangling the translator re- 
members to have seen. — Tr. 




assign the reasons why the house of Froulay did not be- 
speak feasts of joy — instead of court-mourning — on the 
occasion of these advances by a son of their order, a 
Spanish Grandee, who often lays upon himself a German 
princely sceptre as a yardstick to measure himself withal. 
For every Spaniard must have hitherto wondered about 

I answer every nation. The Froulays had, in the first 
place, nothing against the union except the — certainty 
of separation ; since on the same ground, which the 
Knights of the Fleece and the Spaniards have opposed to 
me, old Gaspard de Zesara can in no wise suffer a bridge 
to be thrown over from his Gothard to the Jungfrau [vir- 
gin]. Secondly, on this very ground the Minister could 
oppose to this romantic love a much older, wiser, which 
he bore toward the German gentleman and his moneys 
and liaisons, as well as the old grudge of the Knight of 
the Fleece. Thirdly, the Minister's lady had, beside these 
same grounds, — and besides several in favor of the Lec- 
tor, perhaps, — one quite decisive one, and that was, she 
could not endure the Count; not merely and solely for 
the reason that she discovered a painful similarity between 
him and her son, and even husband, in pride, in excita- 
bility, in the characteristic fierceness of genius against 
poor married women, in want of religious humility and 
devoutness ; but the principal reason why she could not 
! well endure him was this : that she could not bear him. 
As the system of Predestination sentences some men to 
hell, whether they afterward deserve heaven or not, so 
a woman never takes back an enmity to which she has 
once doomed any one, all that country and city, God, 
time, and the individual's virtues may say to the con- 
trary, notwithstanding. 



In the treaty of peace, concluding the usual chamber- 
war, the following private articles were adjusted between 
the married couple : The Count must be, on the Father's 
and Director's account, treated with the most courtly con- 
sideration, and shoved aside, — and Liana gently and 
gradually drawn away from Wehrfritz's house, — the 
whole dissolution of the engagement must seem to happen 
of itself without parental interference, merely through 
the breaking off of the daughter, — and the whole affair 
remain a mystery. Froulay hoped to keep the whole 
interlude or episode concealed from Liana's earlier-in- 
tended, the German gentleman, particularly as he, just 
now, in August, was more at the card-tables of the baths * 
than at home. 

So it stood ; and into this cold, awful pass the friendly 
Liana moved on, when on that warm living Sunday she 
left the blessed, open Lilar. Refined and sanctified by 
joy, — for every Paradise was to her a purifying Purga- 
tory, — she came nobly to her mother's bosom, without 
remarking the strange seriousness of the reception by 
reason of the earnest warmth of her own. Her easy 
confession of the garden-company opened the trying scene, 
— almost in the coulisse. For the mother, who would 
fain have begun otherwise, had to mount the thunder- 
car at once, in order to thunder and lighten against such 
incomprehensible forgetfulness of female propriety ; and 
yet she held in the thunder-steeds in mid-career, in order 
to enjoin upon Liana immediately, as the Minister might 
come any moment, a perfect silence on the subject of to- 
day's garden-party. Now she cast the deepest strength- 
ening shade upon her previous mute falsehood towards a 
mother; for she arbitrarily transposed in her story the 
sowing and blossoming time of this love, even into the 



days preceding the journey to the country. How did the 
warm soul shudder at the possibility of such an unkind- 
ness ! She led her mother as far as she could up along 
the pure, light pearl-brook of her history and love, and 
told all that we know, but without giving much satisfac- 
tion, because she left out precisely the main point ; for, 
out of forbearance toward her mother, she felt obliged to 
let the apparition of Caroline, who in the beginning had 
been the image-stormer of her love and then its inspiring 
muse and bride's-maid, together with the death-certificate 
of the future, remain out of sight in the narration. 

She held, with fervent pressure, her mother's hand 
amidst more and more cheerful assurances, how she had 
always been disposed to tell her everything ; she thought 
hopingly, she needed to save nothing but her open heart. 
O thou hast more to save, thy warm, thy whole and living 
heart ! Her mother now, from old habit, half believing 
her, found fault with nothing more than the whole affair, 
its impropriety, impossibility, folly. " O good mother," 
said Liana, simply remaining tender under the harsh 
picturing of the future Albano ; " O he is not such, as- 
suredly not ! " Quite as tenderly did she far overlook 
the darkly-sketched future refusal of Don Gaspard, be- 
cause to her faith the earth was only a blooming grave- 
mound hanging in the ether. " Ah ! " said she, meaning 
how little time she was for this world, " our love is not 
so important!" Her mother took this word and the 
whole gentleness of her resistance, as preludes of an 
easy victory. 

At this moment Albano's father-in-law came in with a 
kettle-drum, alarm-bell, fire-drum, and rattlesnake, in his 
girdle, in order therewith to make himself audible. First 
he inquired, — for he had been listening in vain, — in a 


very exasperated manner, of the Minister's lady, where 
she had stowed away his ear (it was the tin duplicate 
ear, wherein, as in a Venetian lion's-head, all mysteries 
and accusations of the whole service and family met) ; 
he said, he had a little occasion for it just now, particular- 
ly since the newest " adventures of his worthy daughter 
there." The Siamese physicians begin the healing of a 
patient with treading upon him, which they call softening. 
In a similar manner Froulay loved to soften, by way of 
moral pre-cure ; and accordingly began, with the above- 
mentioned speaking-machines in his girdle, to declare his 
sentiments explicitly on the subject of degenerate chil- 
dren ; upon their arts and artifices ; and upon intrigues 
behind fathers' backs (so that no father can accom- 
pany a volume of love-poems with a prose preface) ; 
backed up many points with the strongest political 
grounds, which all had reference to himself and his in- 
terest, and wound up with a little cursing. 

Liana heard him calmly, as one already accustomed 
to such daily returning equinoctial storm-bursts, without 
any other emotion, except that she often raised her down- 
cast eye pityingly upon him, out of tender sympathy for 
the paternal dissatisfaction. In a calm he became loud- 
est. " You will see to it, madam," said he, " that to- 
morrow forenoon she sends the Count what she has of 
his, together with a farewell, and notifies him of her new 
office, as an easy excuse ; thou art to be court-dame to 
the reigning Princess, although thou didst not deserve- 
that I should labor for thee ! " 

" That is hard ! " cried Liana, with breaking heart, 
falling upon her mother. He supposed she meant the 
separation from Albano, not from her mother, and asked, 
angrily : " Why ? " " Father, I would so gladly," said she, 



and turned only her face away from the embrace, " die 
near my mother ! " He laughed ; but the Minister's lady 
herself shut to the hell-gates upon the flames which he 
still would fain have vomited forth, and assured him it 
was enough, Liana would certainly obey her parents, 
and she herself would be surety for it. The preacher 
of the law came down his pulpit-stairs with an audible 
ejaculation about a better security, calling back, as he 
went, that his ear must be produced to-morrow, and 
though he should have to search for it in all chests and 

The mother kept silence now, and let her daughter 
softly weep on her neck ; to both, after this drought of 
the soul, the draught of love was refreshment and medi- 
cine. They came out of each other's arms with cheered 
spirits, but both with entirely delusive hopes. 

75. CYCLE. 

A HARD, black morning ; only the outward at- 
mospheric morning was dark-blue ; there was 
nothing loud and stormy, except perchance the swarms 
of bees in the linden-thicket ; the heaven's ether seemed 
to flutter away high over the stony streets, so as to settle 
down low in the bright open Lilar upon all hill-tops and 
tree-tops, and, blue as peacock's plumage, to play its hues 
over the twigs. 

Liana found on her writing-table a billet, folded in 
large quarto, wherein the Minister, ever-working, like 
a heart, sought even at this early hour of the morning, 
before raising out of the public documents for the sev- 
eral administration and exchequer counsellors the tran- 
sient tempests which were necessary to fruitfulness, to 


descend upon his shuddering daughter with a cold morn- 
ing rain-gust. In the decretal letter referred to, he de- 
veloped more in detail, upon a sheet and a half what he 
had meant yesterday, — separation on the spot; and of- 
fered six grounds of separation, — first, his uncongenial 
relation with the Knight of the Fleece ; secondly, her 
own and the Count's youth ; thirdly, the approaching 
place of court-dame ; fourthly, that she was his daughter, 
and this the first sacrifice to which he, her father, for 
all his previous ones, had ever laid claim ; fifthly, she 
might perceive, by his indulgent "Yes," to the love of 
her brother, whose apparent improvement he held out 
to her as a model, that he lived and cared only for the 
welfare of his children ; sixthly, he would send her to 
Fort * * * to his brother, the commandant, in case she 
were refractory, by way of exiling, punishing, and bring- 
ing her round ; and neither weeping, nor falling at feet, 
nor mother, nor hell should bend him ; and he gave her 
three days' time for reflection. 

Mutely, and with wet eyes, she handed to her who had 
been hitherto her comforter the heavy sheet. But the 
comforter had become a judge : " What wilt thou do ? " 
said the Minister's lady. " I will suffer," said Liana, " in 
order that he may not suffer ; how could I so sorely sin 
against him ? " The mother, whether actually under the 
old notion of her easy conversion, or from dissimulation, 
took that " He " for the father, and asked : " Say'st thou 
nothing of me ? " Liana blushed at the substitution, and 
said : " Ah ! poor me, I will not indeed be happy, — only 
true ! " How had she during this night prayingly lived 
and wept amidst the fearful wars of all her inner angels ! 
A love so guiltless, consecrated by her holy friend in 
heaven, — a fidelity so exceedingly abridged by early 


death ; so sound-hearted a youth, shooting up with high, 
fruit-bearing summit heavenward, whom not even ghostly 
voices could scare or allure out of his faithful childhood's 
love toward her, insignificant one ; the everlasting dis- 
comfort and grief which he would experience at the 
first, greatest lie against his heart ; her short, straight 
path through life, and the nearness of that crossway, 
at which she should wish to throw back, — not stones, 
but flowers upon the other pilgrims; — all these forms took 
her by one hand to draw her away from her mother, 
who called after her with the words : " See how un- 
gratefully thou art going from me, and I have so long 
suffered and toiled for thee!" Then came Liana back 
again out of the dusky, warm rose-vale of love into the 
dry, flat earth-surface of a life, wherein nothing breaks 
the monotony save her last mound. O how imploringly 
did she look up to the stars, to see whether they did not 
move as the eyes of her Caroline, and tell her how she 
must sacrifice herself, whether for her lover or for her 
parents; but the stars stood friendly, cold, and still in 
the steadfast heavens. 

But, when the morning sun again beamed upon her 
heart, it beat hopefully, newly strengthened with the res- 
olution to endure this day for Albano full many sorrows, 
— ah yes, even the first. Could Caroline, thought she, 
approve a love to which I must be untrue ? 

Hardly had she left the lips of her mother with the 
morning greeting, when the latter sought, but more ear- 
nestly than yesterday, to draw up the roots of this stead- 
fast heart out of its strange soil by a longer use of yes- 
terday's flower-extractor. In her comparative anatomy 
of Albano and Roquairol, from the similarity of voice even 
to that of stature, she grew more and more cutting, till 


Liana, with a maiden's wit, at once asked, " But why may ■ 
my brother, then, love Rabette? " " Quelle comparaison! " 
said the mother. " Art thou nothing better than she ? " 
" She does, strictly speaking, much more than I," said 
she, quite candidly. " Didst thou never quarrel with the 
wild Zesara ? " asked the mother. " Never, except when 
I was in the wrong," said she, innocently. 

The mother was alarmed to perceive more and more 
clearly that she had to pull up deeper and stronger roots 
than light flowers strike into the soil. She concentrated 
all her maternal powers of attraction and lifting-machines 
upon one point, for the upturning of the still green myr- 
tle. She disclosed to her the Minister's dark plan of an 
alliance with the German gentleman, her hitherto con- 
cealed strifes and sighs on the subject, her thus far 
effectual resistance, and the latest paternal stratagem, to 
make her a garrison-prisoner with his brother, and thereby 
probably Herr von Bouverot a besieger of the citadel. 

For some readers and relicts of the heavy, old-fash- 
ioned, golden age of morality, the remark is here intro- 
duced and printed, that a peculiar, cold, unsparing, often 
shocking and provoking, candor of remark upon the 
nearest relatives and the tenderest relations is so very 
much at home in the higher ranks, that even the fairer 
souls, among whom, surely, this mother belongs, cannot, 
absolutely, understand or do otherwise. 

" O thou best mother ! " cried Liana, agitated, but not 
by the thought of the rattle and the snaky breath of 
Bouverot, or of his murderous spring at her heart, — she ' 
thought with as much indifference of being betrothed to 
him as any innocent one does of his dying on a scaffold, — 
but by the thought of the long building over and crowding 
out of sight of the motherly tears, the streams of motherly 


love, which had hitherto flowed nourishingly deep down 
under her flowers. She threw herself gratefully between 
those helpful arms. They closed not around her, because 
the Minister's lady was not to be made weak and soft by 
any washing wave and surge of sudden emotion. 

Into this embrace the Minister struck or stepped in. 
" So ! " said he, hastily. " My ear, madam," he con- 
tinued, " cannot be found again at all among the domes- 
tics ; I have that to tell you." For he had to-day posted 
himself upon a law-giving Sinai, and thundered into the 
ears of the service assembled at its foot the inquiry after 
his own ear, " because I must believe," he had said to 
them, " that you, for very good reasons, have stolen it 
from me." Then he had swept like a hail-storm, or a 
kitchen-smoke in windy weather, through the servants' 
apartments and corners, one by one, in quest of his ear. 
" And thou ? " said he, in a half-friendly tone to Liana. 
She kissed his hand, which he, as the Pope does his foot, 
always despatched for kisses, as proxy and lip-bearer, 
agent, and de latere nuncio of his mouth. 

" She continues disobedient," said the severe lady. 
" Then she is a little like you," said he, because the mis- 
trustful one looked upon the embrace as a conspiracy 
against him and his Bouverot. Upon this, his ice-Hecla 
burst out, and flamed and flowed, now upon daughter, 
now upon wife. The former was absolutely a miserable 
creature, he said ; and only the Captain was worth any- 
thing, whom he luckily had educated by himself alone. 
He saw through all, heard all, though they had hid away 
his ear-trumpet. There was, accordingly, as he saw, (he 
pointed to his unsealed morning-psalm,*) a communica- 

* He refers to the letter he had left on Liana's table, and which she 
had shown to her mother. — Tk. 


tion between the two colleges ; but he invoked God to 
punish him if he did not — " my dear daughter, pray 
answer at last ! " he begged. 

" My father," said Liana, who, since the fraternization 
of Bouverot and the ill treatment from her mother, had 
begun to feel her heart wake up, which, however,, could 
only despise and never hate, " my mother has to-day and 
yesterday told me all; but I have surely duties towards 
the Count ! " A bolder liveliness than her parents had 
ever missed or found in her beamed under her upraised 
eye. "Ah, I will truly remain faithful to him just as 
long as I live," said she. " C'est lien peu" replied the 
Minister, astounded at such pertness. 

Liana listened now, for the first time, after the word 
which had escaped her ; then, in order to justify the 
past and her mother, she conceived the pleasant and 
ridiculous purpose, of moving and converting the old 
gentleman by her ghost-visions or dream-seeings. She 
begged of him a solitary interview, and afterward — 
when it was reluctantly granted — intreated him therein 
for his sacred promise to be silent towards her mother, 
because she feared to show to that loving one the clock- 
wheels of her death-bell rattling so near to the fatal 
stroke. The old gentleman could only, with a comic ex- 
pression, — which made him look like one who with a 
bad cold wants to laugh, — vow that he would keep his 
word so far as was necessary, because never, so far as 
he could recollect, had his word been kept by him, only 
he had been often kept by his word. In such men, word 
and deed are like theatrical thunder and lightning, which, 
though generally occurring in close connection, and simul- 
taneously in heaven, on the stage break forth out of 
separate corners, and by means of different operators. 



"But Liana would not rest till he had put on a word- 
keeping, sincere face, — a painted window. Thereupon 
she began, after a kissing of the hand,* her ghostly history. 

With unbroken seriousness, and firmly contracted 
muscles, he heard the extraordinary narration through ; 
then, without saying a word, he took her by the hand 
and led her back into the presence of her mother, to 
whom he handed her over with a long psalm of praise 
and thanksgiving about her successful daughter's-school. 
" His boy's-school with Charles had not been blessed to 
him, at least in this degree," he added. As a proof, he 
frankly communicated to her — cold-bloodedly working up 
all Liana's pangs, as the coopers do cypress-branches into 
cask-hoops — the little which he had promised to bury in 
silence, because he always prostituted either himself or 
the other party, generally both. Liana sat there, deeply 
red, and growing hotter and hotter, with downcast eyes, 
and begged God to preserve her filial love towards her 

No sympathizing eye shall be further pained with the 
opening of a new scene, when the ice of his irony broke, 
and became a raging stream, into which flowed tears of 
maternal indignation, also, at the thought of a precious 
being, and her feverish, fatal, dreaming of herself away 
into the last sleep. The object and the danger almost 
united the married couple for the second time ; when 
there is a glazed frost, people go very much arm in arm. 
" Thou hast sent nothing to Lilar ? " asked the father. 
" Without your permission I certainly should not do it," 
said she ; but she meant her letters, not Albano's. He 
took advantage of the misunderstanding, and said, " Thou 
hast, however, surely." "I will gladly do, and let be 

* Fist in the original. — Tk. 


done everything," said she, "but only on condition the 
Count consents, in order that I may not appear to him 
disingenuous; he has my sacred word for my truth!" 
At this mild firmness, at this Peter's rock overgrown 
with tender flowers, the father stumbled the hardest. 
In addition to this, the transition of a haughty lover from 
his own wishes to those of his enemies, supposing they 
had allowed Liana the question to the Count, was so 
impossible on the one hand, and the solicitation of this 
change, whether it were granted or refused, absolutely 
so degrading on the other, that the astounded Minister's 
lady felt her pride rise, and asked again, " Is this thy 
last word to us, Liana ? " And when Liana, weeping, 
answered, " I cannot help it ; God be gracious to me ! " 
she turned away indignantly toward the Minister, and 
said : " Do now what you take to be convenable ; I wash 
my hands in innocence ! " " Not so entirely, ma chere ; 
but very well ! " said he, " thou wilt stay after to-morrow 
in thy chamber, till thou hast corrected thyself, and art 
more worthy of our presence ! " he announced, as he went 
out, to Liana ; firing at her meanwhile two eye-volleys, 
wherein, according to my estimate, far more reverberat- 
ing fires, tormenting ghosts, eating, devouring medica- 
ments, brain and heart-borers, were promised, than a man 
can generally hold to give or bear to receive. 

Poor maiden ! Thy last August is very hard, and no 
harvest-month day ! Thou lookest out into the time, 
where thy little coffin stands, on which a cruel angel 
wipes away the still fresh flower-pieces of love running 
round it, in order that it may, all white, as rosy-white as 
thy soul or thy last form, be consigned to the grave ! 

This banishment by her mother into the desert of her 
cloister-chamber was quite as frightful to her, only not 


more frightful than her anger, which she had to-day, only 
for the third time, experienced, though not deserved. It 
was to her as if now, after the warm sun had gone down, 
the bright evening glow had also sunk below the horizon, 
and it grew dark and cold in the world. She remained 
this whole day, which was yet allowed her, with her 
mother ; gave, however, only answers, looked friendly, 
did everything cheerfully and readily, and — as she 
quickly dashed away, with her tiny finger, every gather- 
ing dew-drop out of the corner of her eyes, as if it were 
dust, because she thought, at night I can weep enough, — 
she had very dry eyes ; and all that, in order not to be 
an additional burden to her oppressed mother. But she, 
as mothers so easily do, confounded a timid, loving still- 
ness with the dawning of obduracy ; and when Liana, 
with the innocent design of consolation, wished to have 
Caroline's picture brought for her from Lilar, this inno- 
cence also passed for hardness, and was punished and 
reciprocated with a corresponding on the part of the 
parent, namely, with the permission to send. Only the 
Minister's lady demanded the French prayers of her 
again, as if she were not worthy to lay them under her 
present heart. Never are human beings smaller than 
when they want to plague and punish without knowing 

As every one who rules, whether he sits on a chair of 
instruction or a princely one, or, like parents, on both, 
when the occupant of its footstool once leaves off his for- 
mer obedience, imputes that obedience to him, not as a 
mitigation, but as an aggravation of his offence, so did the 
Minister's .lady also toward her hitherto so uniformly 
docile child. She hated her pure love, which burned 
like ether, without ashes, smoke, or coal, so much the more, 


and held it to be either the author or the victim of an in- 
cendiary fire, particularly as her own married love hitherto 
had seldom been anything more than a showy chimney- 

Liana at last, too heavily constrained, since on the other 
side of the wall-tapestry the serene day, the loveliest sky 
was blooming, ascended to the Italian roof. She saw "how 
people were travelling and riding back contentedly from 
their little places of pleasure, because the earth was 
one; on Lilar's bushy path the walkers were saun- 
tering with a blissful slowness home, — in the streets 
there was a loud carpentering at the festive scaffold- 
ings and Charles's-wains for the princely bride, and 
the finished wheels were rolled along for trial, — and 
everywhere were heard the drillings of the young music, 
which when grown up was to go before her. But when 
Liana looked upon herself, and saw her life alone standing 
here in dark raiment, — over yonder the empty house of 
her loved one, here her own, which to her had also be- 
come empty, — this very spot, which still reminded her of 
a lovelier, rarer blossoming than that of the Cereus serpens, 
— and oh ! this cold solitude, in which her heart to-day, 
for the first time, lived without a heart ; for her brother, 
the chorister of her short song of gladness, had been sent 
off, and Julienne had for some time been incomprehensibly 
invisible to her, — no, she could not see the fair sun go 
down, who, so serene and white, was sinking to slumber 
with his high evening star, — or listen to the happy even- 
ing chorus of the long day, but left the shining eminence. 
O how does joy die a stranger in the untenanted, dark 
bosom, when she finds no sister and becomes a spectre 
there ! Thus does the beautiful green, that spring color, 
when a cloud paints it, betoken nothing but long moisture. 

5 I2 


When she entered, soon, the asylum of day, the bed- 
chamber, the heavens without flashed heat-lightning ; O 
why just now, cruel fate ? — But here, before the still-life 
of night, when life, covered with her veil, sounds more 
faintly, — here may all her tears, which a heavy day has 
been pressing,* gush forth freely. On the pillow, as if it 
bore the last, long sleep, rests this exhausted head more 
softly than on the bosom which reproachfully reckons up 
against it its tears ; and it weeps softly, not upon, only for 
loved ones. 

According to her custom, she was on the point of open- 
ing her mother's prayers, when she recollected, with a 
startled feeling, that they had been taken from her. Then 
she looked up with burning tears to God, and prepared 
alone out of her broken heart a prayer to him, and only 
angels counted the words and the tears. 

76. CYCLE. 

THE father had made this chamber-imprisonment a 
punitory mark of her refusal. With deep anguish 
she uttered this mute no, in the very fact that she volun- 
tarily stayed in the chamber, and denied her mother the 
morning kiss. She had, in the course of the night, cast 
many an ardent look at the dead image of her counsellor 
Caroline, but no original, no fever-created form had ap- 
peared to her. Can I longer doubt, she inferred from 
this, that the divine apparition, which has spoken the 
assenting word to my love, was something higher than my 
own creation, since I must otherwise have been able to 
form it again over against her picture ? 

She had Albano's blooming letters in her desk, and 
* I. e. as in a wine-press. — Tr. 


opened it, in order to look over from her island into the 
remote orient land of warmer times ; but she shut it to 
again j she was ashamed to be secretly happy, while her 
mother was sorrowful, who into these melancholy days 
had not even come, like her, out of pleasant ones. 

Froulay did not long leave her alone, but soon sent for 
her; not, however, to sound her or pronounce her free, 
but for the purpose — which, as may well be conceived, 
required an unvarnished brow and cheek, whose fibrous 
network was as hard to be colored as his with the Turk- 
ish red of shame — of appointing her his mistress in 
artistic language, and taking her with him to the Prince's 
gallery, in order to learn from her the explanation of 
these frontispieces (for such they were to him) in this 
private deaf-and-dumb institution so well that he might 
be in a condition, so soon as the Princess should come to 
inspect it, to represent something better than a mute 
before the beauties of the pictures and the image-worship- < 
ping Regentess. Liana had to transfer an impression of 
every pictured limb, with the praise or blame appertaining 
thereunto, over into his serious brain, together with the 
name of the master. How delightedly and completely 
did she give this kallipaedeia to her growling old cornute,* 
' and would-be connoisseur in painting, who paid her not a 
single thankful look as instruction-money ! 

At noon, for the first time, did the daughter find her 
longed-for mother, among the kitchen-servants, very seri- 
ous and sad. She ventured not to kiss her mouth, but 
only her hand, and opened upon her her love-streaming 
eyes only timidly and a little. Dinner seemed a funeral- 
feast. Only the old gentleman, who on a battle-field 

* Alluding to the horned hat once worn by graduated printers' ap- 
prentices. — Tk. 




would have danced his marriage-minuet, and celebrated 
his birthday, was in good spirits and appetite, and full of 
salt. In case of a family jar, he usually ate en famille, 
and found in biting table-speeches, as common people do 
in winter and in famine, a sharper zest for food. Quarrel- 
ling, of itself, strengthens and animates, as physicians can 
electrify themselves merely by whipping something.* 

Laughable, and yet lamentable, was it that poor Liana, 
who was all day long to keep a prison, was always called 
out of it just for to-day, — this time into the carriage 
again, which was to set down the sad heart and the 
smiling face before nothing but bright palaces. She had 
to go with her parents to the Princess, and look as happy 
as they, who, on the melancholy road, regarded her as if 
she were to be envied. So does the heart which has 
been born not far from the throne never bleed, except 
behind the curtain, and never laugh but when it rises ; 
just as these same distinguished ones were formerly exe- 
cuted only in secret. The Prince, who was ridiculously 
loud on the subject of his marriage ; Bouverot, just 
returned from card-tables or privateering planks, whom 
Liana now, since the latest intelligences, could only endure 
with a shudder ; and the Princess herself, who excused 
her previous absence from her on account of the distrac- 
tion of preparing for the festival, and who very strangely 
jested at once about love and men, — only to a Liana 
who guessed so little, suffered so much, and endured so 
willingly, could all these beings and incidents seem any- 
thing but the most intolerable. 

Ah, what was intolerable, but the iron unchangeable- 
ness of these connections, the fixedness of such an eternal 

* Beseke discovered it. See " On the Elemental Fire," by him, 


mountain-snow ? Not the greatness, but the indefiniten* —, 
of pain ; not the minotaur of the labyrinth, its cellar-frost, „ 
sharp-cornered rocks, and vaults, make the breast contract 
and the blood curdle therein, but the long night and wind- 
ing of its egress. Even under bodily maladies, therefore, 
unwonted new ones, whose last moment stretches away 
beyond our power of prediction, appear to us more om- 
inous and oppressive than recurring ones, which, as neigh- 
boring frontier-enemies, are ever attacking us, and find 
us in arms. 

Thus stood the dumb Liana in a cloud, when the exult- 
ing Rabette, with a bosom full of old joys and new hope, 
came running into the house, — that sister of the holy 
youth who had been torn away from her, that confederate 
of such glorious days. She was honorably received, and 
constantly attended by a guard of honor, — the Minister's ' 
lady, — because she might, indeed, as likely be an ambas- 
sadress of the Count as an electress of her son. The cun- 
ning girl sought to snatch some solitary moments with 
Liana by boldly begging for her company to Blumenbühl. 
The company was granted, and even that of the mother 
freely offered, into the bargain. Liana led the way to 
Blumenbühl over the still-blooming churchyard of buried 
days. What a torrent of tears struggled upward in her 
breast when she parted from the still happy Rabette ! 
She had innocently left to the house one of the greatest 1 
apples of discord for the evening meal which the Min- 
ister had ever plucked for his fruit-dish with his apple- 
gatherer. Therefore he supped again en famille. That 
is to say, a silly word had escaped Rabette about the 
Sunday's meeting at Lilar. " Of that," said Froulay, in 
a very friendly manner, " thou hast not made one word 
of remark, daughter." " I did to my mother imme- 

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diately," she replied, too fast. " I should be glad, too, to 
take an interest in thy amusements," said he, saving up 
his fury. In the pleasantest mood imaginable did this 
raftsman of so many tears and hewn-down blossoming 
branches, which he let float down thereupon, take his 
seat at the supper-table. He first asked servants and 
family for his auxiliary ear. Thereupon he passed over 
to the French, although the plate-exchangers found a 
rough translation thereof for themselves, a versio inter- 
linearis, on his face, by way of giving notice that the 
distinguished Count had been there, and had inquired 
after mother and daughter. " With good right he asked 
for you both," continued the moral glacier, who loved to 
cool his warm food. "You are conspired, as I heard 
again to-day, to keep silence towards me ; but why, then, 
shall I still trust you ? " He hated from his heart every 
lie which he did not utter himself ; so he seriously re- 
garded himself as moral, disinterested, and gentle, merely 
for this reason, that he inexorably insisted upon all this in 
the case of others. With an abundant supply of the 
stinging nettles of persiflage, — the botanical ones also 
come forward best in cold and stony soil, — he covered 
over all his opening and closing lobster-claws, as we 
keep brook-crabs in nettles, and took first his tender child 
between the claws. Her soft, submissive smile he took 
for contempt and wickedness. How comes this soft one 
intelligibly by his paternal name, unless one assumes the 
old hypothesis, that children are usually most like that for 
which the pregnant mother vainly longed, which in this 
case was a soft spouse ? Then he assailed, but more 
vehemently, the mother, in order by his mistrust to set 
her at variance with his daughter ; yes, in order, perhaps, 
to torment the latter, by means of her mother's sufferings, 


into childlike sacrifices and resolutions. He very freely 
declared himself — for the egotist finds the most egotists, 
as love and Liana find only love, and no self-love — 
against the egotism around and beside him, and concealed 
not how very cordially he cursed them both for female 
egotists (as the old heathen did the Christians for atheists). 
The Minister's lady, accustomed to live with the Minister 
in no wedlock so little as in that of souls, — as Voltaire 
defines friendship, — said merely to Liana, " For whom 
do I suffer so ? " " Ah, I know," she answered, meekly. 
And so he dismissed both full of the deepest sorrows, and 
thought afterward of his business matters. 

This general distress was increased by something which 
should have lessened it. The Minister was vexed that 
he had daily, in the midst of his wrath, to consult the 1 
taste of the women upon his — exterior. He wanted, at 
the marriage festival, — for the sake of his beloved, — to 
be a true bird of paradise, a Paradeur, a Venus a belles 
fesses.* Of old he had loved to act the double part 
of statesman and courtier, and would fain, by way of 
monopolizing pride and vanity, grow into a Diogenes- 
Aristippus. Something of this, however, was not vanity ; 
but that tormenting spirit of the male sex, the spirit of 
order and orthodoxy, would not go out of him. He was 
a man who would flourish against his very livery the 
clothes-switch wherewith the servant had let a few par- 
ticles of dust settle on the state coat ; still more dan- 
gerous was it — because he sat between two looking- 
glasses, the frizzling-glass and the large mirror in the 
stove-screen — to lay the dust rightly on his own wool ; 
and hardest of all was it for him to be satisfied with 
the fixing of his children. Liana, as artist, had now to 
* Venus with beautiful thighs. — Tr. 

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suggest the proper color of a new surtout. Sachets, or 
smelling-bags, he directed to be filled, and with them his 
pockets ; and a musk-plant pot placed in his window, not 
because he wished to use the leaves for perfume (that he 
expected of his fingers), but because he wished to anoint 
his fingers by rubbing the leaves together. Patent po- 
matum for the hands, and English pressed ornamental 
paper also for the same (when they wished to use a 
billet-doux pen), and other knickknacks, excited less at- 
tention than the snuff which he procured for himself ; 
not, however, for his nose, but for his lips, in order to 
rub them red. In fact, he would have rendered himself 
quite ridiculous in the eyes of many a merry blade, if 
such a one had seen him draw privately out of his 
souvenir the hair-tweezers, and with them the hair out 
of his eyebrows, just where the saddle of life, as upon 
a horse's back, had worn it white ; and only the Minis- 
ter himself could look serious during the process, when 
he sat before the looking-glass, smiling through all the 
finest ways of smiling, — the best one he caught and kept, 

— or when he tried the most graceful modes of throwing 
one's self on the sofa, — how often he had to practise this ! 

— and finally, in short, through all his operations upon 

Fortunately for the mother, the good Lector came; 
from the hand of this old friend she had so often taken, 
if not a Jacob's ladder, yet a mining-ladder, upon which 
to climb out of the abyss ; hopefully she now laid before 
him all her trouble. He promised some help, upon the 
condition of speaking with Liana alone in her chamber. 
He went to her and declared tenderly his knowledge and 
her situation. 

How did the childlike maiden blush at the sharp day- 


beams which smote the scented night-violet of her love ! 
But the friend of her childhood spoke softly to this smit- 
ten heart, and of his equal love for her and her friend ; 
of the temperament of her father, and of the necessity 
of considerate measures ; and said the best was to make 
him a sacred vow that she would yield to her parent's 
wish of her strictly avoiding the Count, only until he 
had received from his father, to whom he himself, as 
attendant of the son, had long been obliged to communi- 
cate intelligence and inquiries about the new connection, 
the yes or no in respect to it ; if it were " no," — which 
he would not answer for, — then Albano must solve the 
riddle ; if it were " yes," he himself would stand security 
for a second on the part of her parents; at the same 
time, however, he must lay claim to her profoundest 
silence toward them in relation to his inquiries, where- 
by they might perhaps find themselves compromitted. 
Thereby he rooted himself only the more deeply in her 

She asked, trembling, how long the answer would tarry ? 
" Six, eight, eleven days after the nuptials at most ! " said 
he, reckoning. Yes, good Augusti ! " Ah ! we are all 
suffering, indeed," said she, and added, confidentially, 
and out of a weeping breast : " But is he well ? " " He 
is diligent," was the reply. 

So he brought her, burdened with two secrets, and for 
the present consenting to an interim-separation, back to 
her mother ; but she bestowed only upon the Lector the 
reward of a friendly look. He desired, meantime, — after 
his Carthusian manner, — no other reward than the most 
good-natured silence toward the Minister on the subject 
of his interference, since the latter might hold his deserts 
in this connection much greater than they were. 

520 TITAN. 

The eight days' improvement and abstinence was 
announced to the Minister. He believed, however, — 
keeping in reserve a mistrust towards his lady, — that 
he could carry the war farther into the enemy's country 
with his own weapons ; nevertheless, he contented him- 
self, at the same time, with the new respite and Liana's 
disincarceration, for the sake of driving his daughter be- 
fore him to his beloved at the nuptial festival, blooming 
and healthy as a sparkling pea-hen. 

Roquairol at this moment came back, and ushered 
into the house a cloud or two full of beautiful, bright 
morning redness. He delivered to his father tidings and 
greetings from the Princess. To Liana he brought the 
echo of that beloved voice, which had once said to her 
heaven : " Let it be ! " — ah ! the last melody among the 
discords of the unharmonious time ! He guessed easily — 
for he learned little from his mother, who neglected him, 
and nothing from her daughter — how all stood. When 
he was actually on the point of slipping Albano's letter 
to her, in the twilight of evening, into her work-bag, and 
she said, with an ah ! of love, " No, it is against my word, 
— but at some future time, Charles ! " — then he saw, as 
he expressed it, " with crying indignation, his sister, in 
Charon's open boat, sailing into the Tartarus of all sor- 
rows." About his friend he thought less than of his 
sister. The friendly, flattering Minister — he presented, 
as a proof of it, a valuable saddle to the Captain — 
informed him of Rabette's visit, and gave hints about 
betrothment and the like. Charles said, boldly : " He 
postponed every thought of his own happiness, so long 
as his dear sister saw none before her." By way of 
drawing the old gentleman again into more interest for 
Liana, he suggested to him a romantic invention for the 



marriage festival, which Froulay did not dream of, when 
he already stood quite close to it; namely, Idoine (the 
sister of the bride) was strikingly like Liana. The Prin- 
cess loved her inexpressibly, but saw her only seldom, 
because on account of her strong character, which once 
refused a royal marriage, she lived in a village built and 
governed by herself, in a courtly exile from court. He 
now proposed to his father the poetic question, whether, 
on the illumination night, Liana might not for a few min- 
utes, in the dream-temple, which was entirely suited to 
this beautiful illusion, delight the Princess with the image 
of her beloved sister. 

Whether it was that love toward the Princess made 
the Minister bolder, or he was intoxicated by the desire 
of brilliantly introducing Liana to her office of court- 
lady ; suffice it, he found in the idea good sense. If 
anything supplied tobacco for the calumet of the ex parte 
peace which he had made with his son, it was this the- 
atrical part. He hastened immediately to the Prince and 
the Princess with the prayer for his permission and her 
sympathy ; and then, when he had secured both, he 
hastened on to his Orestes, Bouverot, and said : " 11 rrCest 
venu une idee tres singuliere qui peut-etre Vest trop ; 
cependant le prince Va approuvee" etc., — and finally — 
for he must not forget her either — to Liana. 

The Captain had already sought to persuade her be- 
forehand. The mother opposed the dramatic imitation 
from self-respect, and Liana from humility ; such a rep- 
resentation seemed to her a piece of presumption. But 
at last she gave in, simply because the sisterly love of 
the Princess had seemed to her so great and unattain- 
able, just as if she did not cherish a similar sentiment in 
her own heart ; thus she always regarded only the image 



in the mirror, not herself, as beautiful ; just as the as- 
tronomer thinks the same evening, with its red splendors 
and night shadows, more sublime and enchanting, when 
he finds it in the moon, than when he stands in the midst 
of it on the earth. Perhaps, too, there entered another 
element of secret sweetness into Liana's love for the 
Prince's bride, namely, a step-daughter's affection ; be- 
cause she should once have been the bride of the Knight 
Gaspard. Women regard relationship more than w f e ; 
hence, too, their ancestral pride is always several ances- 
tors older than ours. 

Thus, then, did she make ready her oppressed heart 
for the light plays of the shining festival, which the 
coming Cycles are to present on the New- Year's holi- 
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